#princes Hamid x mc

[missameliep]

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Books I write for: Blades of Light and Shadow, Desire and Decorum, Perfect Match, Ride or Die, The Royal Romance and Wake the Dead.

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Bonds of Sea and Fire (Blades of Light and Shadow/Book1);

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Second Chances (Desire & Decorum AU);

The One Who Got Away (Ride or Die).

[rosesnink]

Barcelona | Prince Hamid

Author's Notes:

The last one of my Spain series! Ngl, I waited until I had the chance to have a more legit visit of the city and I was lucky to do so! Though, I have to tag myself in this as Hamid, love the city, but not the hours I've gone there... or the pigeons. Again, the photo there is mine and all these places have been personally visited by me! None of this is made up.

I also dedicate this last part to @missameliep who commented once she wanted to visit Barcelona. I hope these photos help you have a better view of the city, and that one day you experience it yourself! Love you 💕

Summary: As her holiday is still hot on her heels,a certain Prince tells her how bad he wants to visit the iconic city of Barcelona and she cannot resist an adventure like that in such a light–hearted city with such a cultured man

Word Count: 2.6k

Category: Fluff

Pairing: Prince Hamid & D&D MC

Book: Desire and Decorum (modern au)

It was eight in the morning, and Hamid and Celestine had been on the road for two hours. Celestine observed how they left the big city of Madrid, deepening into the meadows with cows, horses and other kinds of animals, often seeing black bulls made of cardboard, which Hamid found interesting. He blasted some music, though Celestine was a tad sleepy, and soon surrendered to the lulling of the car and the music.

They only woke up to find themselves in a small village within the road in Soria, a nearby community to Barcelona. The place in question was a few miles away from the mountains, and the restaurant had a fountain that hardly worked… and several cats, which Hamid was quick to pet and give treats. Celestine smiled and snapped some photos, and he even picked them as if they were babies. She knew he missed his feisty and aloof cat, Leia, but she was with his sisters as they spoke, probably trying to tear them apart.

They came into the restaurant and he was delighted to see that the menus were indeed very Spanish, with sweets and treats behind them, and more food in the counters. Celestine asked for coffee and Hamid made his own order, polishing his own Spanish. The owners didn’t mind his accent, though some people stared. She gave them a ‘what are you looking at? Mind your business’ look and it was enough for them to resume what they were doing. They soon picked their sandwiches and bought Oreos and Ruffles too for the rest of the drive and sat down to eat. Hamid ravished the food he ordered: pincho de tortilla. He moaned in delight as he drank his coffee “I will never get tired of tortilla or patatas bravas. I’d take with me this food if I could.”

Celestine sipped her coffee and ate one croquette “The recipe’s not so difficult to make. You just need practice.”

They talked some more as they observed the fountain, empty during the summer –which baffled Hamid, who was sweating despite the early hour—and Celestine merely giggled, telling him he had been in England for too long. He laughed “I have, haven’t I?”

“Pretty much,” she laughed.

After finishing their second breakfast and going back to the road, Hamid sang with all of him the song ‘Habibi’ by Ricky Rich and Dardan as Celestine took the wheel. Hamid declared the Spanish roads ‘far more tranquil’ than the Turkish ones. Celestine teased “Everything in the north is far more tranquil than the whole Turkiye.”

He laughed out loud as the song ‘Hijo de la Luna’ started playing and he sang it with a heavy accent, making Celestine laugh.

They stopped two more times to stretch their legs and go to the bathroom. The second and last stop before Salou, a neighbouring city to Barcelona, that was now loaded with tourists and everything there being expensive, he could smell the sea as the big, red building came before them, towering over the trees and many people stopped to look at him as he spoke in Turkish to his sisters, and Celestine was not far behind, enjoying her sandwich of bacon and melted cheese. Her glare was enough to fend off the possible racists and they came inside for one more coffee, though Celestine opted for some cocoa. The place was a huge buffet with all kinds of food, and it expanded far, far away. Celestine excused herself and went to the restroom, which was surprisingly clean for a famous stop for travellers.

They left and finally arrived at Salou. The first thing they did was take a look at the beach, but since it had a yellow flag –Celestine explained that the tide wasn’t very safe, but could technically go inside, but not too far. She even told him to not get inside for the sake of it with a smack of the chest included, and the diplomat had to concede. Hamid snapped a few photos of Celestine in the rocks that were there and the beautiful statue of a siren and some scammers tried to get to Hamid, but Celestine fended them off.

Finally, it was time to get inside the town, and took the car again to get further into the city, and Hamid was appalled to see that many pigeons had been run over or dropped dead. They parked in front of an old train station that was still in use and Hamid fed the pigeons. After that, they came into the plaza, where many, many pubs and shops decorated the street, all covered with parasols. Hamid marvelled at the colours and they turned a few corners before coming into the establishments. All arrangements had been made online, and after a small chat, they handed over the keys and Celestine thanked them and wished them a good day in Catalan. Hamid smiled “You speak Catalan?”

“A little bit. I learned it mostly through a series called Merlí. You should watch it, it’s really good.”

“What is it about?”

“A philosophy professor in his forties in a high school in Catalonia that behaves a little bit like his students, having a jovial personality, too jovial for the system.”

Hamid smiled “I’ll be glad to watch it!”

Celestine smiled and they took a few looks at the shops in the main street, a few steps away from the beach, and Celestine bought a simple black dress for walking, and Hamid bought a small postcard for his mother and sisters, and had a laugh when he saw postcards of a male butt, and Celestine joined too. “Allah, I love Spanish humour.”

“You should see La Que Se Avecina and Aqui No Hay Quien Viva. One of the best shows in Spanish history.”

“Celestine, if you recommend me one more Spanish TV show…”

“Just like you got me addicted to Turkish dizis!” She retaliated, and Hamid laughed so loudly, he scared a few pigeons. That made Celestine laugh as well.

They drove to the hotel, that was in front of the beach, and had a pool and Wi-Fi, and comfortable lodgings. The apartment was small, but cosy. Celestine quickly put her stuff in the bathroom as Hamid observed that the main beds had wooden doors that moved to close them completely, a simple TV, a sofa that could turn into bed, and a small terrace with a desk and two chairs. Cosy enough for two people. It also had views to a neighbouring hotel, supermarket, the local donner kebab and the beach itself. Celestine joked that at night, he’d see the university drunks on that street.

First, they’d visit Salou itself, then tomorrow they’d go to see Tarragona, rest a bit and finally, Barcelona.

Today, though, they’d rest and watch the news and silly Mexican telenovelas like Pasión de Gavilanes.

They got up pretty late, and Celestine was out for groceries, Hamid behind her. They bought the necessary ones and headed back, where they both cooked and chatted of what to expect of Salou today. First, they’d hit the beach. They went through it by crossing the path from the pool to a park for children, which door lead directly to the beach. They laid there and put on some sunscreen as they chatted and watched how the children played. Hamid was the first one to test the Catalonian waters, and though a tad cold at first, he quickly adjusted and beckoned Celestine to go with him, which she gladly did. They nearly got eaten by the waves and then proceeded to take a long walk through the beach. Celestine, being small, nearly fell and struggled to keep up with Hamid, who was quick. They eventually made it to a playground for children and went back to their stuff, which they had hidden and no one luckily stole it. They went to the beach and chilled as a local tried to ask Celestine out, but saw her accompanied and moved on another target. The pool was big enough and nice, with the sun directly pointing at them and, after that, Hamid was the first one to take a short, but hot shower and dressed there. Celestine took longer, though not as long as she would. In thirty minutes, she was ready for a night out. They went out and first went to buy something from the merchants, and Celestine gave Hamid a few tips on buying on the streets, especially in front of the beach.

They went to the donner kebab and got a discount as Hamid made friends with the owners and Celestine learned a few new words. She was shamefully behind her Turkish lessons in Duolingo. They ate the ordered food—Celestine a durum and Hamid a big kebab—and talked some more, practising his Spanish. Hamid asked falafel for later and said goodbye to the owner, back to their apartment. They changed into pyjamas and both took their bed, shutting down everything. The next morning, they’d visit Tarragona in the early hours.

At six in the morning, Celestine woke Hamid up, much to his complains, and quickly got dressed for the day. Celestine drove as Hamid tried not to fall asleep on the co-pilot seat, moaning about having to go so early “I mean, if you want to be crushed by a million tourists while you sweat your tits off, be my guest.”

He reclined back on his seat “Never mind.”

Celestine laughed and kept driving. To say that finding a seat to park was difficult was an understatement. And it was just eight in the morning! She teased a sleepy Hamid that he’d have an impossible task in the afternoon. He just moaned out of tiredness. Celestine laughed once again.

They walked a few streets, all with even more pubs than in Salou, and first saw the monument of marble with people holding other people up in a tower of people, a tradition in Catalonia, which Celestine explained to her companion. Crossing the park in the middle of the road, they reached the balcony, filled with decorations and the wide sea, a few feet under them. It was utterly breath-taking and with the perfect colour palette. They took a photo of the another and went towards the Roman ruins, which they first observed from a faraway fence. Coming down the steps filled with all kinds of flowers and gardening, they came into the ruins, and by god, or Allah, it was just as breath-taking. It was wide, palettes of orange and gold far as the eye could see, a beautiful piece. They then went even further, to a building in which you could see from up higher the sea and Tarragona. He could almost see Italy, though Celestine said it was impossible, but a man could dream.

They then went into the city again, for Celestine was hungry. They crossed a park with a spot for feeding pigeons and kept going forward, until they spotted a supermarket with an ancient university that was in the outskirts of the city. They ate apples and drank water as they observed and analysed the university: it was being repaired from some damages, and as they finished, they went back to their car, which was a rather long walk for the poor Turkish diplomat, who was still tired, and it was only twelve in the morning.

At lunch time in Spain, which was two in the afternoon, they ate some delicious spaghetti Celestine cooked and they talked about hitting the beach again and even get out and go to the beach at night. Hamid was eager for the night, which he liked far more than the mornings.

The day they visited Barcelona, Hamid had to get up again early for the travel and slept through it this time. When they arrived, Celestine parked in the outskirts and they decided to walk towards their first destiny: the beautiful palace that used to belong to the Prince of Catalonia, who was then made a royal duke. It was absolutely beautiful, as well as the gardens. You could smell the water, food, perfumes of the tourists and the breeze of the early morning. The first steps took you to four towers in Greek style, perfectly tall and beautiful, and in front of them, in the second set of steps, a beautiful waterfall that revealed the palace in question marvelled the diplomat even more. It was surrounded by steps of stone and decorated richly with trees and flowers. As they got up, vendors from all kind offered them anything, and when they went up, a last, small set of steps was offered. It was full of tourists and invasive pigeons feeding from the crumbs of their food. The statues that decorated them were absolutely gorgeous and the view of the fountain was incredibly breath-taking. They went to one side, coming down small stairs to a secret balcony with more Greek decorations. One could see important buildings, Sagrada Familia included, if you looked hard enough. The city had old and new buildings, most of them built by Gaudí, the most important architect in Spain, and author of the unfinished Sagrada Familia. As they came down, not one but two more fountains decorated the palace and gave view to the city and its mountains.

The street that they crossed was busy and full of reckless drivers, and Celestine took Hamid to the famous mall built in the Mediterranean Sea, with a bridge that opened periodically from time to time, a phenomenon that drove many tourists to be there. She advised him not have any food on sight, or else the seagulls would try to steal it and peck him in the process. He believed her.

But first, they visited one of the most famous stops: the biggest park in the middle of the road, full of vendors and street stores that sold all kinds of things. It led to many other plazas and it was filled with trees and honks from the roads beside them. Celestine itched for Burger King, and though they struggled, they could find one in front of a busy road with a beautiful statue that Hamid couldn’t observe well from his slight sleepiness. They got inside the Burger King and it was absolutely beautiful, and it had an upstairs zone. It was a busy one, though, and waited a long time before they ordered and got their things upstairs, where they got to see the street and how many people walked with different motives. After the quick brunch, they went through a roundabout… with many homeless people there, asking for money. All of them ignored them, even the poor woman crying out to please help her. His heart clenched and he gave her two euros, and she thanked him and blessed him. They continued on their journey.

As they came inside, the place was wide and full of many shops that he didn’t see in London, as well as smells of different foods, clothes, people talking and having a great time. After a quick coffee, they were told the bridge would open, and people crossed the bridge in a hurry, but they stayed behind. The bridge slowly opened, and everyone gasped and took photos as seagulls and pigeons flew away from the commotion. Hamid was awestruck and they both left the place afterwards to a small bench with a park and an old building behind them, having a small sandwich of tortilla. They also saw famous theatres and the wonders Gaudi built, especially the building and parks and walked again to their car, stuffed and itching to go back to their apartment, and they did, after a long walk.

Nightfall came, and in the early hours of the night, one last time, Hamid and Celestine packed up and left before the clock struck eleven in the afternoon. They drove to the agency and gave them the keys and left.

Hamid had fallen in love with the city and promised to return someday… without having to wake up at such an ungodly hour ever again. Celestine laughed at that comment.

[missameliep]

I love your WIPs! You've got Hamid and Daphne speaking about his family and I always love learning more about his background. You treat this story with so much care, there's always so much research and thought on every detail! I'm really excited to read more.

And Hana and Jade are not on good terms? I'm so curious now to know what happened! I really need to catch up with your TRR fics. There's so many great stories to read.

Thanks for sharing your WIPs! ☺️

WIP Wednesday

(It almost Thursday where I live but who cares about dates, right? 😂)

Looking at me slowing removing the dust from my WIP folder lol. Here are a few WIPs I've been working on lately:

1. Closer [working title] | Prince Hamid X MC (Daphne Wang) - Desire & Decorum Modern Day AU

"So you have family in Europe too!"

"I do. My whole family was exiled after World War One. My grandfather grew up here in the US, but most part of the family lived in Europe. He was visiting one of his cousins in London when he met my grandmother. She was a History teacher and she was fascinated by all his stories about the sultanate and the janissary."

"She wasn't wrong. It does sound fascinating. But why was your family exiled after the war?"

"It's what usually happens to royal families when monarchy is abolished. That is to say, when they get a chance to flee the country before being executed."

Daphne stared wide eyed at him.

"If they stayed, I probably wouldn't be sitting here having tea and baked goods with you."

"Oh..." she mumbled in realisation. "You really are a descendant from the Ottoman sultans."

"I am."

"You could've been a sultan!"

"I'd be a prince, actually. My father is very much alive, thankfully."

2. Mending Fences | Hana Lee, MC (Jade Bourbon)

By the time Jade walked into the room, everyone minus Liam were already there on their seats. Leo, Juliet and Drake seemed engaged into an deep conversation, while Maxwell and Hana had a small talk with the other ladies.

All of them acknowledged her presence with her polite smiles and wishing her good morning, except for three people. Madeleine, of course, just seized her from head to toe, probably disappointed the future queen wasn't poorly dressed as she expected. Drake glared at her for a brief moment then returned to their conversation. Hana's reaction, however, was different from anyone else's. Despite not saying anything, the sorrow in her eyes spoke volumes. Perhaps, it was about time for Jade to take the first step ans start mending fences.

Tagging @jerzwriter @lilyoffandoms @missameliep @noesapphic @thosehallowedhalls and anyone else who wants to share snippets of WIPs

[storyofmychoices]

Shadows and Deceptions: A Royal Murder Mystery (Masterlist)

In the heart of Cordonia's grand ballroom, an eclectic cast of characters gathers, their lives interwoven as a result of a shocking turn of events. Trystan Thorne, the exiled prince with a taste for mystery, Olivia Nevrakis, the snarky Duchess skilled with daggers, Tyril Starfury, the noble elf Lord a defender of the realm, Amalas, the enigmatic spy queen, and Prince Hamid, the charming and formal imperial prince. Amidst the grand party of the birth of King Liam's third heir, Princess Ariana, the joyous celebration is broken by a piercing scream, a dead body, and a room full of royal suspects.

Each section begins with a quote that provides some insight into the story. Most are by famous fictional detectives. Each post includes two sections (ie: I & II, III & IV, etc)

I. Every man at the bottom of his heart believes that he is a born detective. (John Buchan)

II. Have patience and endure; this unhappiness will one day be beneficial. (Ellery Queen)

III. From now on, it is our task to suspect each and every one amongst us. (Justice Wargrave)

IV. Truth arises from the seemingly irrelevant. (C. Auguste Dupin)

V. --- In the Ballroom with the Dagger? (Clue inspired)

VI. Put two and two together... sometimes the answer's four... and sometimes it's twenty-two. (Nick Charles)

VII. When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth. (Sherlock Holmes)

VIII. It is not the past that matters, but the future. (Poirot)

Series Information:

Books: The Royal Romance Series, Crimes of Passion, Desire & Decorum, Blades of Light and Shadow

Characters: Trystan Thorne (M, race not mentioned), Marguerite Thorne, Olivia Nevrakis, Queen Amalas, Maxwell Beaumont, Daniel, King Liam, Tyril Starfury, Nia Ellarious, Prince Hamid

Pairings: Olivia Nevrakis x Queen Amalas ; M!Trystan Thorne x (no gender given) MC (mentioned) ; King Liam x Riley (mentioned)

Total Word Count: 6,600

Rating/Warnings: Teen, mentions of blood, stab wound, knives/daggers (no graphic descriptions)

Series Video Edit

The loveliest and talented @secretaryunpaid created little mini videos/gifs for each section and edited them together into what would be an amazing commercial for this series. Check it out:

[alj4890]

Escaping for a Moment

(Ernest Sinclaire x MC*Catherine Mills) in a Choices Desire and Decorum drabble

Thirty Kisses in Thirty Days Challenge with the prompt: forbidden lovers sharing a kiss in the shadows

Not quite sure who to tag for this one since it has been so long since I last wrote a drabble for this pair. Plus in cleaning out my drafts folder I lost my permatag list 🤦🏻‍♀️Tagging some who won't be too angry at me for doing so, LOL! @hopelessromantic1352 @twinkleallnight @tessa-liam @choicesficwriterscreations @krsnlove

Masterlist

"Enjoying yourself, my dear?"

Lady Catherine Mills stiffened at the sound of her fiancé's voice.

There was nothing that made her skin crawl quite like Tristan Richard's oily tone.

A scathing insult sat on the tip of her tongue to give the odious man the set down he so rightly deserved. One glance at her grandmother's stern demeanor instead had her forcing a smile.

"I am. Thank you, your grace."

The Duke of Karlington leered at her. He purposely moved closer and placed her hand within the bend of his arm. He enjoyed watching her suffer being trapped with him.

The Dowager Countess beamed at the pair. She was pleased beyond measure that her natural granddaughter had managed to capture such a prized suitor. There wasn't a young lady here who had done so well in such little time.

Nor with such a questionable background.

"You should dance and show her off, your grace." She prodded.

"What a marvelous notion." Tristan remarked.

He placed his hand over Catherine's, smiling all the more with her trying to avoid his touch.

"Shall we show them how it's done, my lady?"

Catherine knew she must say yes. It galled her to have to spend a single moment in this man's presence much less dance with him. The thought of his hands upon her body made her wish to find a chamber pot to wretch in.

If only she was allowed to marry the one man whom she so deeply loved. Mr. Ernest Sinclair was so many things to Catherine. He'd been her savior, her friend, and finally the one who stirred her soul like no other.

Why had they tarried so long that night before sharing the joyful news of their engagement? If they'd only found her grandmother sooner, Catherine would be eagerly taking a turn on the dance floor with her fiancé, Mr. Sinclair, instead of the fiend pretending to be a gentleman at her side.

Life seemed determined to be unfair for the young lady. Not only was she denied her true love, she also was denied even a glimpse of him. For reasons she assumed were because she was promised to another, Mr. Sinclair had yet to make an appearance this evening.

If it were not for Ms. Parsons and Prince Hamid being there to bolster her spirits, Catherine would most likely have dissolved into tears. Her heart ached for Ernest. She was near the point of throwing decorum out the window and running off to Gretna Green with him.

She no longer cared if her beloved father had intended to leave Edgewater to her instead of her stepbrother. Mr. Marlcaster wasn't a bad sort. Catherine could see that he truly had a kind heart when not under the thumb of his mother.

If her dear Briar believed he was all that was good in this world, then Catherine couldn't doubt it. Her friend had a way of seeing one's true nature. Mr. Marlcaster might fumble the finances and such, but he would be a good steward to the people of Edgewater.

She knew if she was to run away with Ernest, scandal would be forever associated with her name. Did it matter though? Her questionable birth already tainted her reputation, though she had no control over those circumstances. At least the new gossip would be something she could happily live with.

"Lady Catherine?" Tristan hissed. "Are you not paying attention?"

Catherine jerked her head away from the feeling of his breath on her ear.

The Dowager laughed at the notion.

"She is most likely lost in thought over the notion of marrying you, your grace."

Tristan's smile was one most ladies deemed charming.

Catherine found little to like in it.

"Is that true, my dear? Are you thinking about our wedding?" His voice lowered for her ears alone. "Or is your baseborn nature concentrating on our wedding night?"

Catherine jerked her hand from his. Trembling with suppressed rage, she pleaded for them to excuse her.

Blinded by angry tears, she wound her way through the crush of guests in search of an escape. Since the retiring room was filled with giggling ladies, she next hoped to find a quiet corner outside to try and calm down.

She shook her head when Prince Hamid asked if she needed him. After tripping her way to a side door, Catherine slipped outside and rushed deep into the shadows.

Her exit was halted by a pair of strong arms wrapping around her.

"Catherine?" Mr. Sinclair said softly to try and shush her cries.

"Ernest!" She twirled in his arms, her hands cupping his face as her lips immediately sought his.

Ernest deepened the kiss, holding her even closer within his embrace.

Catherine broke away to catch her breath. "I thought you were not coming."

"I could not stay away." He caressed her cheek. "I do not care what anyone thinks. I refuse to stand by and see you married to such a man as Duke Richards."

Though she couldn't see him well, his voice made her heart sing with his next words.

"You were created for me, Catherine. You are to be no one's wife but mine."

She sighed into the heat of his next kiss. Her hands moved along his broad shoulders, glorying in the fact that he was truly here and still wanted her for his own.

"My love," she breathed as his lips brushed kisses down her neck, "I want nothing more than to be Mrs. Sinclair."

"And so you shall." He fervently promised. "We will find a way out of your betrothal. The Duke of Karlington will not lay another finger on you."

The mention of her fiancé's name forced Catherine to reluctantly pull away.

"I should return before my grandmother sends the duke for me."

"I'll escort you back." Ernest pressed a kiss to the back of her hand before releasing her.

She took his arm, leaning closer than appropriate. She needed a few more moments near him if she was to endure the rest of the ball.

Once inside, notes were played to signal that the Allemande was about to begin.

"Would you do me the honor, my lady?" Mr. Sinclair asked in that proud proper tone of his.

Catherine looked up at him. Her eyes traced his handsome features in the nearby candlelight. Her first genuine smile of the night appeared upon her slightly kiss swollen lips. She could continue to play the part of a respectable noble as long as he was near.

"Thank you, Mr. Sinclair." She said with a polite tilt of her head. "I would love to."

As he took her in his arms to dance, Catherine felt both her hope and courage return.

She would find a way to freedom and celebrate it with the man at her side.

[resetmypatientviolence]

The Eyes Upon (Desire & Decorum)

Characters: Mr. Harper, Miss Parsons, Mr Sinclaire, Prince Hamid x MC

Word Count: 1,377

Rating: PG

Warnings: None!

Song Accompaniment: I’m Not The Only One-- Sam Smith

Description: Choosing to sit with Prince Hamid has all eyes on Pippa Mills-- including the ones who thought she only had eyes for them. 

Author Note: I wondered what the other LI’s would be feeling if you chose to sit with somebody that wasn't them after sharing more than a few moments that perhaps, promised forever. Faceclaim for Pippa is Alia Bhatt as seen below. Apologies for the angst.  MASTERLIST

All eyes, wet and dry, are on Pippa Mills during her father’s funeral service, the heir to Edgewater. Prince Hamid’s are the closest, bright despite the occasion as he allows her to rest her head upon his shoulder. Pippa manages a smile, locking her dark eyes with his, something so warm and safe, ones in which she could spend forever with, a forever her dearest Father more than approved of, sending her heart to new heights before it came crashing down in his final moments. 

All eyes are on Pippa Mills resting against the Prince, her intentions and future clear for all to see and speculate— yet there is no speculation to be had. There is only the truth. 

Luke Harper can only but clear his throat to the truth that sits in the front row as the Bishop speaks, speaking a great man who was gentle and kind and treated him with respect, so much of him in Pippa. Luke gulps back emotion, hand curling into a soft fist, eyes wet— but not from the Bishop’s words. The Earl is at peace, that much is true. 

As is true how Pippa rests against Prince Hamid, certainly a generous and kind man that would make a perfect fit for a beautiful woman such as her. He is nothing but a humble master of the stables, he is no Prince. Was he fool to think that he could compete with such a man? Yet…

By God, her laughter, the looks she offers him, the sweetest apple he tasted against her lips— massaging her feet, hearing those sounds of a pleasure and relaxation under this touch— sounds he could offer when they are alone and in a bedchamber. How soft her skin is, smelling of cloves and the warmth of the sun on a summer days, lips he stared at for too long, wishing, and yearning— and dreaming of the impossible, dreams and thoughts a man like him should never have for a Lady of Pippa’s place, because it only leads to heartbreak. 

Like now. Just like now, Prince Hamid’s cheek upon her soft hair, being her beacon of comfort. Did her request of romantic story mean nothing, truly? Was it just a game? Was it… no, Prince Hamid is a kind man. He is a Prince. And he… Luke brushes his eye. He is Luke Harper, a man that cannot be fit for Pippa, because she is the Heir to Edgewater. He knew this the moment he saw her grace the estate— that she can never be his. 

Luke gulps again and looks down, away from the choice glaring before him. Briar’s hand falls on his arm and they share a glance, everything he wants to say in his eyes. Briar squeezes, softly, then looks forward to the spectacle that is Pippa making her choice known. 

But Luke Harper keeps his eyes lowered, as to not cause further heartbreak from a woman he never had leaning on the person she wants the most.

Annabelle Parsons dabs her cheek, face warm as she listens to the Bishop but watches Pippa and Hamid murmur to one another, the joy of possibility so clear and telling on their faces, smiling despite the sadness that fills the room. Oh, her heart is heavy. It was heavy with the news of the Earl’s death, not only for the loss of a great man— but for Pippa, her dearest… friend.

How she envisioned pulling Pippa to the side to offer more than a polite nod of comfort. To offer her a soft touch, a hug, a brush of her lips to say that you’re not alone— but that did not happen, Pippa’s eyes for one person and one person only: kind and just and free spirited Prince Hamid. Can she fault Pippa for choosing such a man?

A man—

Annabelle looks down, fighting the urge to burst into a quiet cry, to be louder than a mouse. The Earl is not her father. But— by god, why does it hurt so much? She should have known, Prince Hamid so bold in the carriage with her, and Pippa’s skin showing such a slight flush as he touched her arm. She tried, oh she tried, didn’t she? The brush of her leg, Pippa offering a glance that said, Yes, yes, I’m here with you, and so much more with those million of other little moments she stole away with… a woman that captured her heart. 

Pippa’s look of surprise and joy with a flick of her fan, showing this utterly impeccable woman that she is hers through and through, teaching her music, singing the sweetest of song, the unmistakable joy on the woman that came to Edgewater and made it bright again. The stillness in the greenhouse, Pippa offering a suggestive wink and expression— Annabelle’s face warm the entire time, eyes drifting to her coy lips, wondering what she would taste like. 

But—

Pippa’s shoulder moves and she knows they are holding hands now. Annabelle sighs, sinking lower and lower into the pew. Prince Hamid is a perfect match for Pippa— and one that will no doubt be prosperous and happy. It is truly the best option for Edgewater, if Pippa is to keep it despite the Countesses attempts to thwart the Earl’s will. Yes, yes— this is true. 

Prince Hamid is the one thing she is not: a man. 

Ernest Sinclaire sits straight up in his pew, eyes forward, a carefully composed face that offers sadness and compassion for the reason they are all gathered there today. 

If only one could see the inside of his heart being torn to shreds— shreds worse than his ex-wife and the Duke, even. The Earl was a man of great honor and vitality for life— one that passed on to his daughter, the woman he nearly ran over because when he saw her— he could not focus. How could he with a face like hers, haunting him in his dreams every night since? Then she appears and challenges him like no woman— nor man— has done before, confirming everything that his heart knew before his mind did: that he was most ardently in love with her. 

Could he list the ways that she stole his heart, his mind, his emotions? 

He would list them until the end of time. 

But… Ernest tilts his chin up, glancing to the ceiling, then back down, settling on Prince Hamid and Pippa— happy, despite the circumstances before them. Happy… is it wrong to wish he’s that man with her on his side? Prince Hamid gets no ill will wished upon him— for he is a man that deserves the best of the world— so why is he surprised that the best of the world includes Pippa Mills, the woman that utterly stole everything he thought he knew about love and life and finding the joy in oneself. 

He shuts his eyes, unwilling to see the tender notes of affection that everybody can see and know: that Pippa has found her husband, and found her way to keep Edgewater, her rightful legacy. 

He wonders, oh wonders, if she dares to think of the bridge— or perhaps the carriage, after a night of confessions and truths and hopes that soared higher than heavens gates themselves. How soft her skin was under his, how she dared to keep eye contact as they stood closer than before… how the rain looked on her skin, making it shine under the light, a grin on her face the entire time. Or the warmth they sought in the carriage, drawing closer— somehow— than the bridge, confessions and everything he had on the line for her to take, offering her everything but the moon. 

But… he opens his eyes, the service ending, Pippa and Hamid looking into each others eyes, smiling. Ernest sighs, rubbing his neck. There’s a million possibilities and reasons and Prince Hamid is lucky, lucky man than will treat Pippa with all the love in the world, all that this strong, steadfast, and beautiful woman deserves. 

Yet… would he be the one looking into her eyes in the moment if, perhaps, he offered her his arm instead of words of resistance? 

All eyes are on Pippa Mills. 

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[zoeywades-spouse]

How did more people not romance this man?!

[pixelsbichoice]

Watched Bridgerton and I have to stress again:

How did the grandma think a duke was a better choice than a whole ass PRINCE 😭

[missameliep]

Miniseries: Once Upon a Summer Book: Desire & Decorum AU Pairing: Prince Hamid x Elizabeth Foredale (OC) Rating: Teen Summary: Once upon a summertime, eleven-year-old Elizabeth befriended a boy at a beach. Returning to England in a rush, she didn't even say goodbye to her friend Hamid, and had little hope to ever see him again. What would happen if fate brought them together four years later? This is how their story goes...

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

[missameliep]

This is looks great! I loved seeing Liz and Hamid and loved this concept ❤️

d&d mcs, their love interests + barbie posters

Beatrice Foredale & Ernest Sinclaire by @princess-geek

Elizabeth Foredale & Hamid Osmanoglu @missameliep

[choicesficwriterscreations]

CFWC F/AtoW: Oct 13 - 19, 2024

✒️ = Fanfic | 📱 = Text Fics/Edits | 🎨 = Fanart Ⓜ️ = Mature Content 18+ | 🔥 = Explicit/NSFW 18+ 🏳️‍🌈 = LGBTQIA+

BLADES OF LIGHT AND SHADOW

Of Leaves and Laughter ✒️ | Mal Volari x F!Human!MC - @storyofmychoices

DESIRE AND DECORUM

Once Upon a Summer - Part 2 ✒️ | Prince Hamid x F!MC - @missameliep

HIGH SCHOOL STORY

Dirty Little Secrets cover but with Aiden and Evie 🎨🏳‍🌈 | Aiden Zhou x F!MC - @cadybear420

IT LIVES IN THE WOODS

Vengeance ✒️ | Multiple Characters - @korgbelmont

OPEN HEART

Complete Open Heart F/AtoW List: Oct 13 - 19, 2024

RIDE OR DIE

The One Who Got Away (Series) ✒️ | Colt Kaneko x F!MC - @missameliep Chapter 1

THE ROYAL ROMANCE

Chance of a Lifetime ✒️ | Liam Rys x F!MC - @tessa-liam

CROSSOVERS

High School Story / Princess Swap

The Prince Swap (Series) ✒️ | M!MC & M!MC - @lover-also-fighter-also, @cadybear420 Chapter 1 - Part 3: The Unexpected Guest

[lorirwritesfanfic]

Pause For Coffee

Book: The Royal Romance / The Royal Heir [x Desire & Decorum (Modern day AU)] Characters: Liam Rys, MC (Jade), Jackson Walker, Eleanor Rys, Leo Rys, OC (Andrea Edwards), OC (Gianna Rossi) [Mentioned: Constantine Rys, Drake Walker, Prince Hamid, Daphne Wang (D&D MC|OC)] Rating: T Word count: 2459 Reading time: 10min Summary: Cordonian apple tea is the official drink of the kingdom, but the Cordonian king prefers another hot drink whenever he needs an energy boost. Based on the prompts: @kingliamappreciationweek Day four: coffee

Author's notes:

Jade Bourbon-Rys, Andrea Edwards, Gianna Rossi and Daphne Wang are creations of this author. The other characters belong to Pixelberry Studios;

Thank you again to @lizzybeth1986 and @sazanes for hosting another KLAW! I got so inspired by the event this year that I wrote more than I planned. Thank you for still acepting late submissions 😍

Cordonian capitol, June 2021

Blue, pink and purple hues painted the sky as Liam rested on the chaise lounge of his office before the last meeting of the day. Though this week has been calmer than usual, he still needed a couple of minutes before the video conference with Cordonian ambassador in the US. Returning to work after Elise's birth hasn't been easy. Fortunately, there's one thing that never failed to help him restore his energy.

"Your Majesty?" His assistant called after a soft knock on the door.

"Come in."

Carrying a tray with a cup of coffee and sparkling water, his assistant walked in and placed the tray on the side table. "Your coffee, sir."

"Thank you, Andrea."

As his assistant left, Liam smiled as the comforting smell of brewed coffee filled his lungs, bringing back memories of the day he tasted it for the first time.

Cordonian capital, February 2000

The doors to the Royal conference room opened as the young prince walked out of the room. With his eyes downcast, Liam ambled through the hallway, embarrassed with what just happened during the King's meeting with the Royal advisors. Being lectured again in front of all those people was no fun at all. Especially when his father was the one who noticed the moment he dozed off.

Why was it so hard to stay awake during meetings? Sure, a Royal meeting wasn't the most entertaining activity for him. He'd rather play with his friends or have a Babylon 5 marathon night with Drake and Maxwell. But it couldn't be so hard to stay awake through those meetings, right? If Leo (who never slept before 12 am) still could do it, why couldn't he?

On the way to his room, he nodded to the guards when a familiar smell spread across the hallway: caramel and toasted nuts. It wasn't the first time he sensed it, but was the first time it got his attention. Whenever he passed by the staff kitchen, that fragrance always was in the air. He just didn't know exactly what it was. Following his instincts, he went to the staff area, where the smell was coming from.

"Your Highness," Drake's father, Jackson, nodded to him and took a sip of something in a mug.

"Good morning, Mr. Walker." The boy simpered as he sat next to his father's personal bodyguard.

"Everything alright, sir?"

"No..." Liam frowned. "I fell asleep at the meeting again."

"Did anyone see you?"

"Father did."

The man grimaced. 

"Yeah..." The boy looked down again, fiddling with the hem of his sweater.

"For what it's worth, I think you're too young to be there."

"Oh?" Liam looked at the guard in confusion.

"I understand this will be a part of your life and eventually you'll have to be there to partake in all those meetings. But those are boring meetings even for a smart kid like yourself."

"Do you think they're boring too?"

Jackson looked around suspiciously, to make sure no one else was hearing and then he uttered, "A little bit."

Liam giggled.

"Have you slept through the meeting too? Is that why you weren't there?"

The man shook his head. "No. Never. I always have to be alert on duty. I just made a pause for coffee." 

Lifting his still steaming mug of coffee to his lips, Jackson took a gulp, closed his eyes to savor the hot drink and then smiled softly.

"Look, I know you don't want to be in there, especially to be lectured about things you don't understand yet. But if the King wants you there, make an effort to be there. Your father will appreciate it."

"But how do I stay awake when I'm there? Even Leo can..." Liam frowned.

"Start by obeying the Queen when she says it's time for you to go to bed. A good night of sleep can change everything. And don't do what Leo does. You're too young for that."

"Okay..." Liam's brows furrowed in confusion. His brother did something to stay awake. But what was it?

...

"Nope," Leo said as he threw a dart near the center of the dartboard on the wall.

"But, Leo!" Liam whined.

"You heard Jackson. You're a kid. You can't have what I have," Leo replied with a smug grin.

The young prince scowled. Though he knew his brother was old enough to have some privileges like learning how to drive or traveling on his own, this was just a stupid drink. He wouldn't go down with a fight.

Liam was about to say something when a maid knocked and opened the door to leave a travel mug on the side table. Both princes then rushed to pick it up, Liam climbing on his brother's back in hopes to steal the mug Leo had already got.

...

The following day

Liam hid in a broom closet as he waited for Drake's signal. He knew the chef was about to have a break for lunch and always left the carafe full for the guards. The entire palace security drank that thing, so why couldn't he?

Just then, he heard three short whistles. That was their signal. Time to get in.

The young prince then tiptoed into the kitchen and the powerful smell of caramel and nuts overtook him. Walking towards the coffee maker, Liam reached for a small cup when a hand tapped his shoulder. As he turned around, Queen Eleanor pursed her lips at him while his friend was nowhere to be seen.

"What do you think you're doing, young man?"

"Nothing... I was thirsty so—"

"Do you expect me to believe that?"

"But mom! I truly am thirsty!" Liam protested. 

"The water filter is right there, Liam." Eleanor then pointed to the opposite side of the kitchen.

The young prince looked down at his hands.

"Why are you trying to drink something I already told you it's unhealthy for you?"

"Because I have to stay awake in the meetings..." The boy frowned.

The queen cupped her son's cheek and smiled fondly.  The king could be too harsh on his sons sometimes.

"All you have to do is rest, eat your vegetables. You don't need to have coffee."

"Why can Leo have it and I can't?"

"My dear, Leo doesn't drink this type of coffee."

"Doesn't he?" Liam's brows furrowed.

"He already reached an age in which he can experience a couple of things adults can, but it doesn't include a cup of espresso in the middle of the afternoon."

"What does he drink then?"

"A mochaccino."

"Can I have that too?"

"As long as you or Drake don't try to steal coffee from the kitchen without an adult's permission, yes."

"Thank you, mom!" Liam hugged his mother tightly. 

"I'm going to prepare us a special mochaccino. Why don't you go ask Bianca if Drake and Savannah can join us?"

The young prince nodded in excitement and rushed to the Walkers house while the Queen made her way to the Royal kitchen.

Cordonian capitol, June 2021

The king smiled to himself. Back then, he had no idea the mochaccino he had once in a while with his mother and friends was actually a babyccino. He understood her reasons now and was glad to be part of the experience of having coffee with his mother sometimes. Even if it was decaffeinated coffee.

As he lifted the cup to his lips, his brows furrowed. Liam put the coffee on the table and pressed the buzzer to call his assistant.

His assistant immediately opened the door again. "Yes, Your Majesty?"

"Did the kitchen staff prepare me a lungo? This isn't a espresso."

"No, Sir. They made you a Turkish coffee."

"Turkish coffee?"

"Yes, sir. It's made with the Arabica coffee beans Mr. Osmanoğlu and Lady Foredale gave to you during the Royal Heir baby shower."

Liam pressed his lips together, still remembering the sassy note his cousin and his teenhood friend left on the coffee packaging. 

"Switch the espresso for a nice and steamy cup of Türk kahve and you won't have the drawback espresso gives by the fourth cup of night while the baby still hasn't fallen into slumber. You're welcome! ;)"

"The handwriting was Daphne's, but the content certainly was Hamid's doing. That prick..." Liam thought to himself, shaking his head. "Andrea, I especifically asked for an espresso."

"Yes, you did, Sir. But since it would be your fourth doppio espresso today, the queen was adamant about changing the Italian roast for the Arabica coffee."

"The fourth?"

"Yes, sir."

Liam was about to say something when a yawn escaped his lips.

"If I may be so bold, sir, I still have the list of nurses pre-approved by the Queen Mother and your security staff," Andrea prompted.

His brows rose in surprise. Andrea has being working with him since he became the crown prince and always followed his orders without question. The very few rare moments she started a phrase with 'if I may be so bold...' meant that he was doing something he probably would regret later.

"I need to talk to Jade first, but send the list to me."

"As you wish, sir." 

Liam gently rubbed his eyes in hopes to fight against sleep, then reached for the coffee. He couldn't recall the last time he felt this tired, given how little he had slept in the past three months. At least, Jade wasn't trying to forbid him of having his coffee.

Capri, January 2018

A gentle breeze blew against the curtains while Liam read a few documents still pending his signature. The king didn't wish to start his reign by letting the paperwork pile up in his office back in Cordonia during the engagement tour, so he might as well get started before his schedule got busied by dinners, meetings and conferences he had to attend while being abroad. To handle the paperwork, nothing would be better to start his day than a nice cup of coffee and a pastry.

As he waited for his coffee, voices coming from the hallway reached his ears. His lips twisted in displeasure, but hopefully his security detail would handle the situation.

A few minutes later, the hotel room maid walked in and placed a cup of tea and the tartlet on the coffee table.

"Excuse me, I didn't order tea."

"I know, sir." The maid looked down at her hands. "But a blond lady stopped me and told me to throw the coffee away because you only have apple tea."

"A blond lady?"

"The guards said it was your fiancee."

Liam pinched the bridge of his nose. It had been only two months since he forced himself go through with the arrangement with Madeleine, but he had lost count of how many times she has meddled into his daily routine.

"I'm so sorry, sir. I know this isn't your business, but my boss has been on my back because I missed work last week to take my son to the emergency room. If he finds out about this, I think I'll be fired."

Liam's heart sank at the pleading look on the woman's eyes. He couldn't be the cause of anyone losing their job because Madeleine interfered in his life again.

He glanced at the name on the maid uniform and smiled. "It's alright, Mrs. Rossi. Did you say this is apple tea?"

"Yes, it was made with Cordonian apples, just like your fiancee requested."

Liam looked down at the tea and tried not to grimace. If it didn't have sugar, it would be so hard to swallow.

"There's honey on the serving tray cart if you want."

"Thank you. I definitely want some."

The maid nodded and left the suite to get the honey. Once she returned and added honey to his tea, Liam took a sip.

"That's better. Thank you."

"I'm glad, sir. And I promise I'll bring you a doppio espresso the next time you order coffee."

"Well, in this case, bring me a doppio espresso in five minutes."

The maid grinned. "Yes, sir."

"And if your boss gives you a hard time again, talk to one of my guards. They'll call the human resources from my staff and find you a new job in case you need one."

The maid beamed. "Thank you, sir. I'll be right back with your coffee."

Cordonian capitol, June 2021

Once the meeting with the Cordonian ambassador in US was over, Liam left his office and went straight to the Royal Apartment. Despite the tiredness, he could hardly wait to see his wife and daughter.

As he passed by the hallway, his wife's velvety voice reverberated on the walls as she sang a lullaby. Smiling to himself, Liam ambled towards the nursery and sang along with Jade in hopes to lull Elise to sleep.

"Are you some kind of baby whisperer?" Jade murmured as she slowly closed the door to the nursery. "I've been trying to make her sleep for at least half an hour, but the minute you swoop in, she falls asleep."

"She was half asleep when I walked in. You did most of the work yourself, my love."

Liam smiled, placing the baby monitor on the coffee table as his wife leaned in for a kiss.

"Did you just have coffee?"

"No, I had a cup over an hour ago."

"Really? Your lips taste amazing."

"I thought you had overcame caffeine abstinence."

"Ugh, don't remind me..." Jade grimaced, resting her head on his shoulder.

"The decaf isn't working, huh?"

"The maid you hired makes a mean cup of coffee, but the lack of caffeine is so tough. If Elise wasn't sensible to caffeine, I swear I'd fill our tub with coffee right now."

"I'm sorry, love. If you're sure about not switching to formula..." 

"I'm not going to stop nursing Elise just because I miss coffee. I can handle it." The queen affirmed resolute.

"If you say so..." Liam gazed at his wife in worry. Her fulltime dedication to Elise was admirable, yet he couldn't help but think how exhausting it must have been for her. "But perhaps we should reconsider taking care of Elise by ourselves. It'll be less tiresome for both of us now that I returned to work, don't you think?"

The queen made a face, but caved. "Alright... We're going to have to hire someone eventually. Do you still have the list of nurses Regina made?"

"Andrea sent a copy to my email."

"We'll take a look at it after dinner and see how it goes."

The couple was watching the baby monitor when their new maid walked in.

"Good evening, Your Majesties." The maid bowed to the king and queen. "Dinner is served."

"Oh, I'm starving! Your timing is impeccable, Gianna," Jade praised.

"I couldn't agree more. Thank you, Gianna."

The maid nodded in gratitude and left to the dining room.

"I'm so glad my husband stole you from the hotel you worked in Capri. The food smells amazing," Jade commented as they walked towards the dining room.

"Wait until you try her apple tea," Liam said with a smile.

[storyofmychoices]

Shadows and Deception: Parts I & II

[Series Masterlist] [My Choices Masterlists]

Books: The Royal Romance (post-TRF), Crimes of Passion I, Desire & Decorum, Blades of Light and Shadow I

Characters: Trystan Thorne (M, no race mentioned), Marguerite Thorne, Olivia Nevrakis, Queen Amalas, Maxwell Beaumont, Daniel, King Liam (no race mentioned), Tyril Starfury, Nia Ellarious, Prince Hamid

Pairings: Olivia Nevrakis x Queen Amalas ; M!Trystan Thorne x (no gender given) MC (mentioned) ; King Liam x Riley (mentioned)

Rating/Warnings: Teen, mentions of blood, stab wound, knives/daggers (no graphic descriptions)

Word Count: Part I: ~500; Part II: ~600 : total ~1,100

Summary: In the heart of Cordonia's grand ballroom, the joyous celebration is broken by a piercing scream, a dead body, and a room full of royal suspects.

I. Every man at the bottom of his heart believes that he is a born detective. (John Buchan)

The grand ballroom of the royal palace in Cordonia thrived with laughter and music, an elegant sight to behold. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ornate ceiling, casting a warm golden glow over the festivities below. The walls, painted in a regal combination of light blue and gold, added to the grandeur of it all. The air was filled with the soft strains of classical music accompanied by the merriment of the guests and the occasional sound of clinking champagne flutes.

Trystan Thorne, the exiled prince of Drakovia, stood amidst the revelry, basking in the indulgent event. It had been far too long since he had attended a proper ball, and yet he missed the thrill and danger of New York.

Trystan sipped his champagne, the bubbles dancing on his tongue. He twirled a small silver key between his fingers, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He watched as the unusual trinket glinted in the lights, thinking back to how it had made its way to him earlier that evening. A party guest had bumped into him, planting the key in his jacket pocket. When he turned to confront them, they were simply gone. He tucked the key safely back in his pocket—a mystery he was certain to solve before the night was out.

Olivia Nevrakis, the Duchess of Lythikos, glided through the throngs, her graceful movements offering no sign of the ornate daggers concealed beneath her elegant attire. Her keen gaze swept the ballroom, analyzing each guest with a shrewd eye, ready for any trouble they might find, and perhaps, even instigating a bit of her own.

Amalas, the enigmatic Queen of Monterisso, watched the festivities with a calculating gaze, much like that of her girlfriend. Known as the spy queen, she understood that knowledge was power, and her charming smile masked her relentless pursuit of secrets. Her sharp eyes scanned the crowd, seemingly aware of every whisper and hidden conversation. Hushed warnings of her deep influences and secret alliances found their way to her. A smirk pulled on her lips; if only people truly knew what they thought barely scratched the surface of her reach.

Tyril Starfury, the Elven Lord of House Starfury, stood tall and vigilant against the ballroom wall. He questioned his invitation to the royal ball, and even further his own agreement to attend. He had no interest in celebrations of such kind, which was to say, any forced large gathering of people. Tyril's noble demeanor masked his magical prowess, while his sword reminded guests of his commitment to protect the realm from any and all threats: magical or human. He continued his watch—a silent guardian. 

Prince Hamid, the Imperial Prince of the Ottoman Empire, exuded elegance and charisma. His noted wealth and good fortune were the talk of the ball. His formal demeanor hid his tender heart, but his infectious smile and penchant for gentlemanly flirtation drew admirers from all over the kingdoms to his table. 

The festivities continued in abundance, celebrating the birth of Princess Ariana of Cordonia—King Liam and Queen Riley's third child. Despite the laughter, enchantment, and cheers filling the halls of the Cordonian Palace, a dark cloud loomed over the proceedings, ready to send a thunderous shockwave through the kingdom, changing what should have been a joyous event into a deadly affair.

II. Have patience and endure; this unhappiness will one day be beneficial. (Ellery Queen)

The sharp, unnerving scream of the priestess, Nia Ellarious, pierced through the grand ballroom, instantly shattering the joyous atmosphere. The music ceased, and the air grew heavy with uncertainty and tension as guests turned their attention toward the commotion.

Nia stumbled back, her eyes wide with horror, as others rushed to her side. Their gasps of horror filled the room as their gaze fell upon the lifeless body sprawled in the shadows. A pool of crimson seeped from beneath him, a fresh knife wound evident, but no blade was found at the scene.

“What do we have here?” Maxwell Beaumont, the charismatic Lord of House Beaumont, known for his love of dancing and squids, swiftly made his way to the scene, hoping to be of assistance. His normally jovial expression turned grave as he approached the lifeless body. His eyes widened in shock and disbelief as he recognized the face before him. "No—" He barely uttered, words failing him for the first time in his life. 

"Who is he?" A guardsman asked. 

"He looks familiar," another replied.

"Daniel." Maxwell's voice was faint, a mix of sorrow and disbelief. "He is a waiter—was—he was a waiter... and my friend." He knelt beside Daniel, taking care not to step in the blood. "I can't believe it. Why Daniel?" His eyes closed, the weight of the situation sinking in. Maxwell's mind raced, and his thoughts swirled with concern and determination.

 "Are you certain, Lord Beaumont?" Finding no reply, the guard repeated his question. 

"Yes." He nodded, inhaling deeply before standing and taking a step back.

"I hate to question you, but it's my duty," the guard began. "When was the last time you saw Daniel?"

"This morning." He shook his head. "No, it was just before the party." 

"What was the nature of your conversation?"

“If I knew this—I wouldn’t have—” He began uneasily. “You're going to find out anyway—" 

"Out of my way." She brushed through the crowds. "You've got to be kidding me—" Olivia Nevrakis approached Maxwell with a sardonic smile, her tone laced with subtle superiority as she cut off the rest of his answer to the guard. "What do you think you're doing? Trying to solve murders now? Leave that to those with proper experience. I trust your talents are better suited for organizing grand parties—” she gestured around to the lavish decorations. “—and indulging in extravagant games of whimsy."

Maxwell nodded thoughtfully and recomposed himself. "How right you are.” A hint of his playful tone returning. Without another word, he stepped away. The corner of his lips turned up as he left her with the body.

"That was too easy," she mumbled, her gaze narrowing on him. Olivia took a few steps forward, following his pace before halting. Her head shook in amusement at her raised suspicions. She almost laughed at herself, 'Beaumont couldn't hurt a fly! How could he have had anything to do with this?'

As she readied to turn back to the more pressing issue, something caught her eye, a glimmer of silver on the floor near her feet. She knelt down and reached for it, her fingers closed around a used syringe. With a quick, discreet motion, she concealed the needle, determined to investigate if and how it fits into this unfolding puzzle. 

Her body straightened, and her tone became assertive as she quickly took control of the scene, aiding her skills to the ever-incompetent guard. She barely took note of the Thorne siblings lingering separately around the periphery, each taking mental notes of their own careful observations.

[Continue...]

Thanks for reading! I hope you are enjoying the set up for the mystery. Parts I & II introduce some of the characters that we'll see more in the story and give you the first look at the mystery at hand. Tomorrow I'll post the next two parts which will begin to look at rumors circulating the ballroom about possible motives and see who are being considered people of interest. Then things get really interesting on Sunday, when the murder weapon is found and an unlikely prime suspect emerges! The conclusion will be posted Monday! Happy sleuthing!

Giveaway Information: complete details here

3 winners will be chose for minimalist portraits with @bayleedrawsx

Any one who comments on or reblogs with a comment with their theories, thoughts, ideas, ect. on any and all sections of the story will be entered in the giveaway. (1 entry per section)

Prompts: For @choicesbookclub COP ; @choicesmonthlychallenge Private Investigator Event

Special thanks: to JenBeaumontJones (IG) for beta reading

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12: Dance

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If you don’t see your work included on today or any other day’s posts, please message @lovealexhunt​ a link to your content. Tags/notifications are not currently coming through to this blog. 

⟢Blades of Light & Shadow:⟢

Drabble [Tyril x M!OC] by @lilyoffandoms​ 

Passing Shower [ Mal x F!MC] by @storyofmychoices​

⟢Desire & Decorum:⟢

Second Chances - chapter twenty: Absolutely Smitten [Hamid x F!OC] by @missameliep​ 

⟢The Royal Romance:⟢

Everlasting Dance [Maxwell x F!MC] by @chocopeppermintcake​

Learning How to Waltz [Liam x F!MC] by @phoenixrising308​ *18+ Only*

[katslitg]

Random prince Hamid hcs because there is no one I love as much as this man:

He loves it when MC puts in effort to know more about his culture, hence why he helped her learn Turkish after they got married.

Him and MC travel a lot!!! Often back to the Ottoman Empire but they also love to discover new places.

They cook together when they have the time to, MC’s grandmother thought it was weird at first since, well, they’re nobles but she turned more supportive over the years.

Him and MC celebrate Eid (Muslim holiday) every year.

Matching Eid outfits with MC!!!

Everytime he goes for a walk, he comes back with a bouquet for MC.

Very thoughtful. Whenever he gets MC a gift, it’ll be very thought out. “I got you this new necklace at the same shop we bought our wedding rings at, I remembered how much you loved it.”

Cocky!! Very cocky!! Especially when he knows MC likes something he does, and the theme gets brought up, he’ll say something along the lines of “Oh, you like that, huh?” knowning damn well she does.

Brags about MC all the time!!! Everyone knows how much he loves her and always tries to stay out of his way whenever he hasn’t seen her in some time.

“I embroidered a new-,” “Are you all talking about embroidery? My wife, MC, is so good at it! Maybe I should ask the servants if they could pick her up from home so she could show you. Speaking about my wife, she’s so lovely and very generous-,”

Him and MC send loves letters to each other all the time. Whenever the Sultan asks him to visit another country because, well, he’s still and ambassador for him, he’s always hesitant to leave MC but he always writes her immediately.

He was super nervous when MC met his family for the first time. Especially his sisters as he wanted all of them to get along.

But of course, his sisters took a liking to MC immediately.

Has taken multiple portraits of MC back home to the Ottoman Empire to hang up in his room, and talks to them whenever he misses her when they’re away from each other.

Knows how to style his kids’s hair, because he used to help his sister when he was younger.

Very good with kids! Not that much of a strict father but definitely protective of his kids.

Briar’s kids always refer to him as ‘uncle Hamid’ and he spoils them rotten.

Actually, all of their friends’s kids refer to him as ‘uncle Hamid’

Him and MC teach their kids about both of their cultures.

Rarely jealous. And if he does get jealous, it’s in a protective manner. Like that time with Richards, or the prince Regent.

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"Home" Prince Hamid and MC from the book Desire and Decorum

A commission art for @missameliep who gave me this wonderful opportunity to work on this piece 😊 And I'm just working on a few more commissions, I may open commissions again by January 😁