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msjr0119 · 5 years ago

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Hold my girl

Part 2 - Homesick

No one really knows about TRR Main characters past …. Most of this series is based on flashbacks from her childhood. I’ve changed the main characters name to, Freya Johnson as Riley Brooks is used in my other series.

Freya is in love with Drake, but he hasn’t returned the feelings- instead just acts horrible towards her. Will Freya return back to Cordonia with the court or will she stay in the USA after the UN party.

Warnings: swearing

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Freya got ready for the UN party, although she felt like not attending due to Drake’s attitude towards her. She’s been through heartbreak before, so in the back of her head she knew she’d get over him. If she didn’t attend, there would be questions and gossip regarding her absence. Adding the finishing touches, she was disturbed from her thoughts as Maxwell came bounding into the room.

“Is my lady ready?” Wearing that cheeky grin he always wore, she couldn’t help but laugh before returning to a melancholy expression.

“Yes.” Maxwell wasn’t convinced with her tone of voice that was now matching her facial expression, as she responded to him.

“What’s up blossom? You can tell me anything.”

“Nothing.”

“You sure?”

“Yes Max, I’m sure. It’s just being back home. The home that I abandoned. The home that I should have stayed at.” She lied, hoping that Max wouldn’t see straight through her. “I just miss my parents too. I saw Daniel before, you know my colleague from the bar. I feel guilty leaving him in the shit- he’s looked out for me ever since we were four. When my parents died, he was my rock.”

“Why didn’t you tell me any of this before?”

“Simple. No one asked.” Maxwell felt guilty now too- she was correct. When she came to Cordonia she was the glue that held everyone together- always asking about each and everyone’s past, listening to them ramble on about their self pity. No one had actually asked about her, maybe because she seemed so strong they all believed that she wasn’t hurting deep down. Maybe they believed she was invincible.

“From now on, you want to talk about anything at anytime time of the day- I’m your man. I’m so sorry. But you’re like my sister, I’m always going to be here for you no matter what happens.”

“Even if I decide to stay here?” Asking the rhetorical question, she didn’t want him to provide an answer- she hadn’t made up her mind yet as to where her future would be. “Anyway, come on Lord Beaumont- people will be wondering where we are.”

*****

Arriving at the venue, the two of them walked in arm in arm. The usual gesture for any type of ball. Fixing a fake smile towards the rest of the nobles- scrutinising the room they found Hana.

“Freya! You look amazing.”

“As do you Lady Hana.”

“Are you okay? You’ve been extremely quiet.” Hana asked looking concerned at her friend. She wasn’t the usual Freya they knew.

“Homesick right blossom?” Maxwell confirmed, winking at her. Not wanting to spread gossip even if it was towards Hana. He knew when the time was right, Freya would talk about it to Hana herself.

“Right.” She smiled at Maxwell, hoping he would understand that was her way for saying thank you.

“I’ll be right back Ladies.” Freya and Hana decided to just people watch - both wishing they didn’t attend. There was a morbid atmosphere surrounding them.

“Freya. You look absolutely stunning. Same to you Lady Hana.” Turning around to Liam, she smiled softly- even though he was engaged to Madeleine he still knew how to charm the women.

“Thank you, your Majesty. Welcome back to my city.” The two ladies curtised, Liam shook his head laughing- he treat them both as close friends, he didn’t expect them both to curtsy every time they spoke.

“It’s good to be back.”

“Freya is feeling a bit homesick.”

“Oh. Well maybe we could all do something together after the party finishes. What would you suggest?”

“Well you’re in the city that never sleeps. There’s a few things you could do.. Times Square, a walk around Central Park. I’ll let you all come to a conclusion. As a local I’ve done everything a billion of times.”

“Very well, excuse me- duty calls.”

Hana watched Liam walk away and her eyes caught Maxwell waving frantically towards them. Walking over to him, they could see the panic written across his face as well as sweat dripping from him forehead.

“Hana, Frey thank goodness you are both here.”

“What have you done? You’re acting very suspicious.” Maxwell explained how he got the country flags all mixed up and in a flap he couldn’t concentrate on rectifying his mistake. Drake confirmed this and elaborated on what else he had done incorrectly in a sarcastic manner of tone- as if Maxwell was some kind of idiot. Mistakes happen.

“Oh Maxwell.” The Ladies said in unison. Freya had avoided all contact with Drake until now- she knew she was stubborn, after all he always got ‘lumbered’ with her.

“How about you Sir Walker? Caused any diplomatic disasters yet?” She asked in a sarcastic manner, revenge for him talking the way he did about Maxwell.

“Johnson. Can we speak in private please?” Just apologise to her, that will be the first step.

“Whatever you need to say you can say in front of Max and Hana.” Maxwell and Hana looked at each other, they knew Drake wasn’t the type of person to need to speak to someone in private.

“I need to go to the bathroom.” Hana ran off towards the bathroom. Freya knew Hana, and she knew this was an excuse. At least she had Maxwell she thought.

“I need to check up on Bertrand.”

Not you too, for fuck sake. Freya thought.

“You look lovely. I just wanted to apologise for before.”

“Thank you. Apology accepted. Excuse me.”

“Why are you so stubborn?” Freya raised her eyebrows, thinking about how much of a hypocrite he sounded right now.

“Why are you such a jerk?”

“You know what, ignore what I said. I’ll leave you alone. I shouldn’t have apologised.”

“Have a good life Walker.” A good life? What’s she going to do ignore me for the rest of her life. Just tell her you love her you moron.

******

Leaving Drake, Freya decided to mingle with the guests- trying to regain her courtly friendships prove that she wasn’t the person that she had been stereotyped as. Adelaide waved her over, holding the bottle of champagne ready to pour it into Freya’s empty glass.

“Duchess Adelaide, it’s so lovely to see you.”

“As you dear, now I know technically we shouldn’t be allies- but I think you’re good for court. I’ve been watching you and I believe that you have gained many friendships during your time. Is that correct?”

“Yes, your grace. Some friendships, some enemies- but that is life.”

“Tell me some things about you. I’d love to know the real Freya Johnson.” Feeling slightly tipsy, what had she to lose? The more she thought about it the more she didn’t care anymore. After much deliberation, she had decided that she wasn’t returning to Cordonia- so the gossip about her may as well spread like wild fire. Who’s best to spill all her secrets out to? Duchess Adelaide- the gossip girl.

“The real me.. let’s see... my life has been a rollercoaster. I’m not American, well I am but I was actually born in England. I was adopted after my birth mother tragically passed away due to an overdose, then my adopted parents passed away when I was a teenager. I’m a qualified nurse- so if there are any medical disasters I’m your girl. There you have it. Nothing much more to say.” Adelaide for the first time was speechless, not knowing what to say- wondering if anyone else knew or had she just confessed all of this due to the drunk mind.

“Oh dear, you have been through so much. I didn’t know. Regina and Madeleine have painted such a negative image of you. Now you have this scandal hanging over you. If you ever need to talk we can talk over wine. Just let me know.”

“Thank you. Excuse me. I’ll have to mingle with some other people - but i will take you up on that offer at some point.” Lying knowing she would never take the Duchess up with this offer, she left keeping her head held high.

******

The champagne was being swallowed easy as if it was water, slowly beginning to affect her. Finding Maxwell, he explained how he had accidentally hit the Turkish ambassador with some bruschetta- regretting missing the scene, she comforted him. Freya then noticed Drake in the corner, her drunk mind was encouraging to jump into his arms- she had a school girl crush on him even if he was an ass with her- always getting ‘lumbered’ with her.

“Why do you keep giving Drake dirty looks, then change it to a swoon?”

“Max shut up please.”

“Am I missing something here? I thought you was feeling down because we were back in New York?”

“It’s me that’s missing something- I’m missing brain cells. I’m in love with him and he hates my guts Max.” Maxwell tried to gain her attention by waving his hand next to his neck.

“In love with who?” The familiar voice asked as he crept up to the two friends.

“Oh, erm. Daniel. My ex colleague. I’m in love with him, in a best friend kinda way- always have been we’ve known each other since we were four. I saw him before and he’s still pissed that I abandoned him without any goodbye.”

“Oh, I see. Why do you look sheepish Maxwell?”

“Erm. Erm. Well the truth is Liam.... I just threw bruschetta all over the Turkish ambassador. Freya here, was just explaining that she lost her brain cells that day she left here, and that Daniel is mega pissed still.” Feeling thankful that Maxwell had agreed with her impromptu excuse- she knew he was going be demanding questions once they were alone.

“Very well. Don’t worry Lady Freya, I’m sure he will forgive you in time. I’ll see you both soon.”

Watching Liam leave, Maxwell grabbed her hand- leading her out of the venue and up to the rooftop for some privacy.

*****

“So?”

“So?” Freya mimicked Maxwell, in an annoying tone of manner, knowing he was going to be persistent until she told him the truth- the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

“Come on blossom, you can’t drop a bombshell like that then not talk about it.”

“There’s nothing to say Max, I’m stupidly in love with someone who would never return the feelings.”

“When did you....you know gain feelings for him?”

“Honestly, probably Lythikos I started to fall for him. I know I was supposed to fall Liam, and I did try - honestly I did Max. Then when I was thrown out of the coronation- I knew I was madly in love with Drake Walker. We have this love/hate relationship. Sometimes he’s a good friend, then he’s an arrogant pig...”

“Have you told him?” Shaking her head, she began to cry before composing herself. “When you guys were sleeping before, I saw him and we went shopping then ended up in my old bar. I told Daniel that Drake was ‘my hot date’ and he looked disgusted at me. Said that ‘he didn’t like me that much and always got lumbered with me’. Asking him if he couldn’t take a joke and asking why he was an ass with me- he was just cruel. So I left him- Max there’s something I need to tell you.”

“Shoot! I said I was always here for you. Drake’s just being Drake.”

“I know. Erm. I’ve been thinking a lot since we arrived back here...” Maxwell looked concerned, not knowing what she was going to say- but vibes were informing him that it wasn’t positive. “I don’t think I’m going to return to Cordonia. I’ve had a fantastic time, meeting you all- I’ve loved every second of it even with the scandal- life has to have that bit of drama in it right?”

“What? No you have to come back! You’re my sister. Fuck Drake. Please tell me it’s not to do with Drake? You have me and Hana.. and Bertrand... and Liam...”

“Max I will come and visit, I promise. But I can’t be around someone that I love who doesn’t return the feelings. I can’t be around Liam when he has confessed that he loves me. I’m a qualified nurse Max, earlier on I applied for a job in Vegas.”

******

Maxwell escorted Freya back to the hotel after her heart to heart with him. Furious that she didn’t want to return because of one person especially. Heading back to the party- everyone tried to reach out to him wondering where Freya was. His mind was set on finding Drake and giving him a piece of his mind. Anger building up inside of him- he knew he had to escort Drake somewhere private.

“Walker. I need a word. Follow me.” Drake looked bewildered to Maxwell’s out of character personality- he had never witnessed him looking like he was about to explode.

“What’s up Beaumont?”

“You see here? I’ve just had Freya emotionally break down here, confess things to me that I never knew about.”

“So what? Where is she anyway? You’re usually both glued to each other. At least I’m not lumbered with her tonight.” Drake needed to keep his feelings towards her a secret- knowing that everyone was trying to clear her name, if they managed to do this Drake knew that Liam would instantly propose to her. Before he could think about it anymore- he felt Maxwell’s fist against his jaw.

“She’s gone back to the hotel crying over you! I’ve lost my sister because of you. What has she ever done to you? I hope your jaw hurts, but it won’t be as much pain as what she’s going through!”

“Why have you lost her because of me? She was probably drunk, hence why she was emotional. She’s done nothing wrong to me Max.... it’s all a facade.” Drake rubbed his jaw- before furrowing his eyebrows. Maxwell noticed the change in expression before Drake elaborated. “The truth is... once her name gets cleared, Liam is going to propose to her. If she had any brain she would say yes...”

“No, she wouldn’t say ‘yes’ Drake. She’s madly in love with you.”

“I’m a nobody Max, she may think she loves me but she will soon realise it was never me that she apparently loves. I keep acting like a jerk, to push her away from me- because I don’t want to get hurt, or get my ‘ice cold heart’ shattered when she marries the King. I’m a jerk that is madly in love with Freya Johnson.”

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msjr0119 · 5 years ago

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Six sentence Sunday

I’ve been at a kids party hence the delay. I’ve been acting like Mr Drake Walker- sat in the corner in the shadows eagerly waiting for it end - Kids parties 👎🏻😫

Half of the series below are more than six sentences- Ooops! 🤣

Thanks for the tag @annekebbphotography

Again I never know who’s been tagged so just tagging combined tag list 😊👍🏼

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Dancing- One Shot

Due to all our frustration regarding the new TRR 🤣

“But it’s not, I’ve never climbed a tree onto a rooftop. And you know where my secret location is in the palace- the library tunnel. Dance? Me? I didn’t know how to dance until my gorgeous fiancée taught me. I hated noble life, so avoided it at all costs. So no way would I know how to dance the Waltz.”

“I know! We were all out of character. It was a crazy dream.”

*****

Forgive me

“Drake will look after you both in New York, I will ring you every day. I’m going to miss you both so much.”

“We will miss you too. Won’t we Lucas.” Lucas snuggled into Liam, unable to keep his emotions hidden- Riley walked over to him, caressing his cheek and wiping away his tears with her thumb.

“I’ll be back before you know it your highness.”

“I hope so, I’ll be waiting for you, always. Nothing will prevent me from seeing you both again.... Riley?”

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

******

Marshgate Prison

Riley snuck into the hospital wearing a disguise, knowing that her colleagues would be there, heavy breathing down Drake’s neck. Savannah and Max had told Drake that Riley would visit and to go along with her fake identity if questioned. Walking into his room, she felt like her heart had stopped.

“Hey.” He quietly said, as she walked in quietly.

“Hey, are you okay?” Holding his hand, she couldn’t understand how he could end up in this predicament.

“Yeah I’m dandy- living the high life.”

“Drake!”

“Yes, I’m fine. I’m sorry.”

“Why would you get involved in a brawl?”

“The inmates, they were criticising one of the guards- the new guard. Saying disgusting things about her.” Clenching her jaw, her eyes widened- before trying to compose herself.

“They said they’d sexually harass her, that she’s ‘fit’ and probably I quote ‘a good shag’... myself and another inmate calmly spoke to them and this is how we ended up. I’m sorry for jeopardising my release, but I couldn’t let them talk about yo- her like that.”

*****

One Temptation

“Li? What are you doing here?”

“I couldn’t sleep, and I wondered if you and Drake wanted to do something today.”

Maxwell motioned him into the kitchen. Locking the door, he turned to face the kitchen- noticing Riley’s bra on the floor he stood on it attempting to kick it under the couch. Liam turned around providing a bewildered look.

“Oh don’t worry about me Liam! Too much coffee- the caffeine has given me a twitch in my leg. My body is definitely waking up now Li.”

“Why are you shouting?”

“Me shout? Am I shouting Liam?”

*****

Hold my girl

Freya noticed Drake in the corner, all she wanted to do was jump into his arms- she had a school girl crush on him even if he was an ass with her- always getting ‘lumbered’ with her.

The champagne was being swallowed easy as if it was water, not affecting her in the slightest.

“Why do you keep giving Drake dirty looks, then change it to a swooning expression?”

“Max shut up, please.”

“Am I missing something here? I thought you was feeling down because we were back in New York?”

“It’s me that’s missing something- I’m missing brain cells. I’m in love with him and he hates my guts Max.” Maxwell tried to gain her attention by waving his hand next to his neck.

“In love with who?” The familiar voice asked as he crept up to the two friends.

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msjr0119 · 5 years ago

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Hold my girl

Part 3

Posting the next three chapters of this today- going to stagger them 😊

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******

Freya arrived back at her hotel room, exhausted from the UN Party. Giving fake smiles to almost all the nobles reminded her of working in the bar with Daniel. They were the experts when it came to fake smiles for the arsehole customers. She even joked that they could have won an Oscar with their performances. Freya remembered how Daniel would laugh every time her “smile” appeared.

“Another day another dollar eh Dan?” Was the phrase she always used.

She was thankful that her childhood friend- her only friend who had convinced to accept the bar job after she finished her degree. She needed anything that provide her with money for bills and to pay off the student debt.

When her parents died when she was 15 she was grateful for all the hard work the hospital staff did to try and save their life’s. Once she had turned 18 she had decided to train as a nurse to help others that may be in that same situation. It was hard getting a job in New York - there were no jobs in ER available. Was it a waste of time doing a degree to work as a waitress? Thinking back to the time she received the news that would change her life, she wondered where it all went wrong.

“O my god!!!” Freya started shaking. Daniel rushed up to her. Was she okay? What had happened? He would do absolutely anything for her.

“Freya what’s up? Is everything okay? “

“Dan, I got in.” Daniel looked confused.

“I got onto the nursing course. I can’t believe it. Will I make a good nurse?”

“Freya you gave me a fright. I thought something bad had happened. You will make the best nurse New York has seen. Congratulations sweetie!” He grabbed her and gave her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. She blushed and grabbed her phone and purse.

“C’mon we need to celebrate!! But first l need to let mom and dad know.”

Freya’s heart sank, not only due to the heartbreak regarding Drake but she realised that she had missed her annual trip to her parents grave with Daniel. Would they be mad at her? Would they be happy that she was having an adventure and that she had possibly fallen in love at last? That she had made new friends?

For the first time that night she pulled her phone out of her clutch bag and looked at it. A text from Daniel. What does he mean? He needs to ask me something- what could it be?

“Hey you, sorry I didn’t reply straight away. What’s up? Frey x”

She waited and waited. No reply. It was 2.30am. Normal people would be asleep at this time, but Daniel would have only finished his shift an hour ago. After their night shifts they would usually stay awake and watch a bit of tv, eat junk food.

“Dan is everything okay? Please reply. X “

It was now 3.30am. Freya decided to ring him. As her phone dialled his number, there was a loud knock at the door. She went to answer it and hung up the call to Daniel.

“Little blossom. You’re awake!” No shit Sherlock, she thought.

“Maxwell? Bertrand? What’s up?”

“Lady Freya, get dressed. We’ve found him in LA! The royal jet is waiting for us.”

“The royal jet?”

“Yes Liam is aware and has advised us to use it. We have no time to waste- Drake, Hana and the others are waiting.”

“Can it just be the three of us please? We started this journey together and I want to end it just us Beaumont’s?”

Maxwell knew she wouldn’t exactly be thrilled with Drake, but he was desperate to inform her what Drake had confessed prior that evening.

“Of course if that’s what you want.” Bertrand replied, he thought the less people that knew about their trip would be an advantage to them.

“I guess that means we’re off to LA.”

Freya quickly threw on some black jeggings, a basic top, and her leather jacket.

“Dan i have to go to LA, will be back as soon as possible. I will meet you. Love ya, Frey x”

*****

“So La is a big place, where do we start?”

“We hired a private detective, we know the place. Don’t worry.” Bertrand explained. Freya just nodded, attempting to stay awake. Maxwell slid into the seat next to her, handing her a steaming black coffee. Debating on how he was going to tell her the news he knew she’d like to hear.

“Hey blossom, I’ve got something I need to tell you. It’s like really important.”

“What’s up?”

“It’s Drake, he....”

“It’s not important then is it? Sorry Max I’m really tired. Can you tell me later?”

“Freya... he doesn’t hate you....”

“Okay. We’ll talk about it later I promise.”

Max was considering just blurting it out- instead decided to remain quiet. Contemplating whether he should play match maker or not, would Freya and Drake hate him interfering?

*****

Daniel woke up after a long sleep, which was unusual for him. He usually didn’t get to sleep straight away after work.

He walked into the kitchen and poured himself a strong coffee. When he checked his phone he realised Freya had text him back and had tried to ring him.

She’s going to LA? In the middle of the night? What the hell is going off?

“Hey Frey, sorry I missed your call and texts. I fell asleep after work- I know it’s not usual for us to do that eh? What are you doing in LA is everything okay? I’m working shorter shifts for the next few days. Would be great to catch up! Let me know what you think. Dan x”

Daniel decided to get ready for the day. Wondering if Freya was okay and if she would meet him? Just then his phone lit up.

“Dan, the people who I went with are going to sleep. They are tired after the flight. Give me an hour to get ready and meet me at the cafe?”

Daniel smiled. Knowing his best friend wanted to meet him even know she was probably knackered.

******

Walking into the cafe, the aroma that she was used to on a daily basis made her feel sentimental. She had missed the scent of the cafe that was like her second home.

“Hey!”

“Hey you. I ordered your favourite Cronut and obviously the special vanilla milkshake.”

“Thanks Dan. You’re the best!” They both sat in silence for a while, Freya yawning every so often.

“So? What’s going on Frey?” Daniel asked sounding concerned. She was never the spontaneous type of person until she met these new people.

“You wouldn’t believe it even if I told you. You remember the night before I left?”

“Of course I do. There was a bachelor party and I asked you to cover me for my date with Lola.”

“Yeah, well. That bachelor party. Well. The bachelor was a crown prince of a country in Europe.” Daniel looked godsmacked, believing she was pulling his leg.

“I always told my mom that I didn’t believe in fairytales. But. I don’t know. I think fate happened that night.”

“With the prince?” Daniel asked.

“At first it was about him. But when I saw Drake, I knew there was something about him. He was so closed off. But yet so handsome. He is a jerk to me. But as I got to know him, at times he let his guards down and I. I...”

“You started to fall for him Frey?” Daniel smiled at his friend as her eyes sparkled at the mention of the mans name.

“Yeah” Freya blushed, “at first it wasn’t about finding love. It was about having an adventure of a lifetime. Getting to visit Europe as part of the royal court- if I had to play princess to do this, I thought it was fun.”

“Play princess?”

“Yes it was to join prince Liam’s social season. He needed a wife, a Queen to rule alongside of him. I didn’t think I’d fall for him. Don’t get me wrong, he is handsome, sweet and his eyes are just so sparkly. But then shit happened. He proposed to someone else and then they threw me out. It’s long story Dan. But when I was allowed back, Drake and the others had my back all the time, the more time I spent with them all I was happy that I had met such amazing people. And I fell in love with Drake rather than Liam- which I was expected to do.”

Freya paused not knowing what to say. Did she say too much? Is Daniel confused? Daniel looked at his friend, seeing the glimmer in her eyes every time she mentioned his name - Drake. He knew Drake was the one for her, if the stubborn ass liked her too. And he was incredibly happy for her. But something told him it wasn’t that simple.

“What do you mean they threw you out? Allowed you back in? Why did you go to LA in the middle of the night? Does Drake love you back? He could be hiding his true feelings?”

Freya explained about Tariq and the situation about clearing her name. If she didn’t need to clear her name with the Beaumont’s, Drakes and Hana’s support she would have jumped on the plane straight back to New York. Ignoring what he mentioned about Drakes feelings, she didn’t want to talk about him at this moment in time.

“So what happens now that you’ve found him?”

“He’s due to do a statement. It will hopefully clear my name. Then hopefully I can be free from the scandal. I had hoped that I could just maybe be happy with Drake.”

Daniel gave her a half hearted smile. Freya explained that she was starting to get tired and needed to get ready for the wedding shower.

“If you need me for anything. I mean anything. Just let me know. I’m here for you always.”

“Thanks Dan. What did you want to ask me by the way?”

“It doesn’t matter Frey. Keep me updated.”

They both went their separate ways. Freya walked along the pier, the place was unusually quiet- usually it was buzzing with people rushing by, bumping into each other- apologising as they did this. The peace was nice.

“Jono! Where have you been? I’ve been looking for you ever since Max returned to the hotel room. I need to talk to you.”

“I couldn’t sleep, I went out with Daniel for a bit. I’m feeling tired now though.”

“Can we talk? Please. I’m sorry for upsetting you... I just.... I...”

“It’s fine. Honestly forget it. I’ll see you at the wedding shower.” Drake knew he had to stop her, from walking away- doing what she did best. Grabbing her arm, she winced at his touch. Not realising how hard he grabbed her.

“Drake you’re hurting me!”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine. Don’t touch me like that again please. See you later.” Seeing her walk away rubbing her arm then her cheeks, he knew he’d made her cry again.

“Fuck.” Drake muttered as he saw her disappear away from him yet again.

*****

Drake walked into the hotel room that he was sharing with Maxwell. Noticing Max drooling all over himself- he laughed, even considered taking a picture of him. Anything to get his mind off constantly hurting the woman that he loved.

“Drake? I thought you’d be with Freya. Did you find her?” Sitting down with his hands in his head- he knew she wasn’t going to talk to him privately possibly due to his past attitude towards her.

“I found her alright. I hurt her again. She won’t talk to me.”

“What did you do her this time?”

“I tried to stop her from walking away... I grabbed her arm- not knowing my own strength. I hurt her.”

“Drake when she’s in those moods you need to let her walk away. I know her better than anyone does. If she isn’t going to listen to you, maybe you shouldn’t have been an ass with her ever since we met her. You are both as stubborn as each other. Text her, if she won’t listen.”

“What do I put?” Maxwell shook his head, snatching Drakes phone off him- he wished now that he hadn’t interfered.

Freya, I know you don’t want to talk to me and I don’t blame you. I’m an arsehole. I’m a horrible person at times. I’m sorry for everything I’ve done to you- but the truth is, I love you. I always have done, ever since I met you in your bar I thought you were beautiful and you are out of my league. Anyway, I’ll see you soon. I love you Jono xxx

“There, how hard was that?” Maxwell looked smug with the impromptu text he had just created.

“Very. If she doesn’t want to know me at least I’ve tried.”

******

Freya got her phone out and text Justin. Noticing a text from Drake she read the first sentence as it popped up on her screen. She couldn’t deal with Drakes self pity not at this moment in time.

“Hey Justin, can I speak to Liam and Madeleine before you publish Tariq’s statement? I’ll let you know when I’ve spoken to them x”

“I’d advise you to just go public. But whatever you want Freya. Sure thing.”

After Justin replied, she had a number ring her from Vegas- the hospital, the job. With all the stress from Tariq she had forgotten about the job application she rushed when they first arrived in New York.

Arriving at the shower, she slightly regretted going out with Daniel rather than having a power kip. Drake and Maxwell, noticed Freya arrive- she didn’t show any emotions. She never text Drake back, he was nervous every time his phone vibrated. Walking over to them, she smiled at the two.

“Are you okay blossom?”

Shit! Can he see straight through me. Do I tell him what’s really up? I trust him with my life, he’s like my brother.

“I’m fine. I suppose it’s just the stress with the engagement tour, then finding Tariq, being back where it all started?” Shit she hasn’t mentioned Drakes or should I say my text.

“Yeah suppose so.” Freya noticed Drake looking down to the ground. Thinking about the first time they met. He regretted being a jerk with her but it was his way of hiding his feelings that he liked her- knowing now that her personality would have informed him what she really thought about the text.

“Drake are you okay?” She asked softly.

“Yeah, I just don’t know what it’ll mean once the truth about applewood comes to light. What it means for you and Liam?” Maxwell assumed Drake was attempting to use reverse psychology to get into the mind of Freya.

“Drake. There is no me and Liam. Maybe there was something at the beginning but that was it. I have enjoyed this little adventure with you all.”

“Jono I- I ... “

Come on Walker, just tell her you love her face to face and that you are afraid of losing her. Just tell her you care for her and will always be there for her. Maxwell did all the hard work texting her, now it’s upto you.

“I’ve enjoyed this adventure with you too. Hey, who’d have thought my dive bar expertise would lead us to each other?” he said nervously but smiled until Maxwell ‘accidently’ stood on his toe.

Freya stepped towards Max and Drake, kissing them both softly on the cheek before pulling them in for a group hug.

“I’m going to miss you guys. I’ll be right back- I need to find Madeleine and Liam.” Drake and Maxwell looked bewildered at her last words- forgetting about it they put it to the back on their minds hoping she didn’t know what she was talking about due to insomnia.

#theroyalromance #choices trr #drakewalker #maxwell beaumont #bertrand beaumont #drake x mc #drake x freya #trr hold my girl #trr hold my girl freya

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Trouble

This is a one shot for my bestie @pedudley 😘

Happy Birthday Babe!!!!! See you tomorrow for celebrations 🥳

Characters belong to Pixelberry apart from Willow who is Paige’s OC. Freya is my main character in one of my series.

Warnings: One DRUNK character (based on my drunken antics as an 18year old) swearing, and Drillow smut 🔥

*****

In Cordonia, the gang had decided to go on a vacation to the US- Drake was half American and Freya grew up in the New York even though she was English. After much deliberation they agreed to go to Texas.

“Oh I have an old college friend from Texas, I think she lives in the part we will be staying in. It’s her birthday whilst we will be there. I’ll contact her ask if she wants to hang out?” Freya suggested excitedly.

******

It was Willow’s birthday, she had been in contact with her college friend Freya about meeting up for a catch up. Freya had been gallivanting around Europe and Willow was intrigued to hear about the stories.

Making her way to the location that she had agreed to meet at with Freya- she was slightly nervous, as Freya had dropped the bombshell that some of her new friends would be ‘tagging’ along. Arranging to meet up at a local bar - Willow scanned the room hoping to see a familiar face. With no avail, she headed up to the bar- she asked for a few shots to give her that bit of dutch courage. She was an outgoing type of person, but she hadn’t seen Freya in years.

“Surprise!!!” Turning around she recognised that familiar voice.

“Freya!”

“Happy birthday babe. Next rounds on me.”

“Thanks. Where are the tag alongs?”

“Oh, they are sat in the vip area. I’ll introduce you in a minute. I can already tell that tonight is going to get messy!”

Walking over to the VIP area, Willow believed the tourists were going all out for their time in Texas- the vip area was only generally used for; special birthdays, hens/stags or celebrities.

“Guys, this is my friend Willow. It’s her birthday today so all be nice or I’ll get Liv to stab each and every one of you.”

Willows eyes widened- surely she’s joking. She can’t be friends with serial killers?

“Willow, this is; Liam my other half, Maxwell my adopted brother, crazy ass bitch Olivia, sweet loveable Hana and over there is grumpy Drake.”

Willow nervously waved and said hello. Freya noticed that Drake’s usual persona had changed as he couldn’t take his eyes off Willow. Feeling slightly jealous that he never returned her feelings during Liam’s social season- she had hoped that he wouldn’t be a jerk towards Willow like he was with her.

“Hey Lo, are you okay? You and Drake are providing each other with fuck me eyes.”

“I am not!”

“Yes you are. I don’t blame you. I thought I was in love with him but he never looked at me like that. You should talk to him.”

Willow raised her eyebrows at her friend, secretly she was providing him with those looks- but she didn’t want to cause a drift in case Freya still had feelings. Sitting next to him, she decided to start off with small talk- talking wouldn’t do any harm she thought.

“So why does she refer you as the grumpy one?”

“I’m not grumpy. Well I am at times. But it depends what type of person I’m with.”

“Oh?”

“Those lot are all nobles, Liam’s a Prince. Not really my thing. I’m just the commoner.”

“Stop with the self pity- come and dance with me?”

“I can’t dance.”

“I’ll teach you.” Drake gulped as he looked at her natural loose hair and curves in the form fitting dress she wore. The flecks of gold in her brown eyes and freckles that surrounded her nose and cheeks made her look adorable- he thought about maybe risking himself looking like a fool to spend a bit of time with the beautiful stranger. Freya coughed whilst giving him the dagger eyes, encouraging him to dance. Willow dragged him on to the dance floor, before the others followed suit. Noticing that he was a bit stiff, she decided to press her back against his muscled chest and grind along him- forcing his hand to go around her waist. Liam noticed that Drake had come out of his shell, and smiled at him. Spinning Willow around so she was facing him, her eyes sparkled.

“This type of dancing is better than what they do. I’m not into all the fancy Waltzing.” He whispered. Throwing her arms around him, their foreheads touched- Drake felt the urge to kiss her, maybe it was due to the alcohol? Gently placing her lips on to his, the slow kiss soon turned passionate. Drake looked sheepishly at her, wondering if he had crossed the line.

“Well Drake, I’ll class that as a birthday kiss then? Thank you. Thank you for the dance.”

“Yeah something like that. You’re beautiful. I didn’t mean to say that... I Erm.”

“Did anyone tell you how cute you are when you’re flustered and nervous?” Looking over towards Freya, he remembered her saying the same exact words. Feeling guilty with how he treat her, he wasn’t going to do the same mistake again.

“Do you want a drink?” He asked changing the subject due to the awkward situation. Willow nodded, not wanting for the night to end. At first she was nervous about meeting the strangers - now she wanted to get to know them better and show her true personality.

*****

Everyone became intoxicated apart from Willow and Drake who had slowed their drinking down- getting to know each other. He found out that she liked to draw, showing an interest in her hobby- he knew that she was talented. His forte was being able to drink whiskey- now wishing he could better himself. They also both had a common factor- being brought up on the ranch life in Texas. Willow excused herself as she went to the bathroom, Maxwell slid over next to Drake grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

“What do you want Beaumont?”

“Do I want anything? Why do you always assume the worse of me? I’m rooting for team Drillow.”

“Drillow? Are you serious? We’ve only just met.”

“But that kiss is what Kiara would describe as magnifique. You should invite her back to the hotel- you know what they say... what happens in Texas stays in Texas.”

“That’s Vegas you dumbass!”

“What’s Vegas?” Willow interrupted, as she returned to the table.

“Nothing Drillow.” Max winked as he moonwalked away from the awkward situation that he had caused.

“Oh nothing Willow, Maxwell wondered if you wanted to come back to the hotel with us all to finish the party? I think they are all ready to leave shortly.”

“Sure. Let’s do some shots before we leave. It’s my birthday after all!”

*****

After consuming so many shots in the limited amount of time- Willow felt slightly tipsy, invincible and in the mood for causing some mischief. Deciding to attempt at breakdancing on the floor, she took a stumble on a spilt drink lingering on the sticky floor- falling over laughing hysterically she realised that she had pulled another women down with her. The woman’s boyfriend attempted to help them up, but willow slipped again- pulling the woman’s hair. Once they both stood up regaining their balance- the woman snatched the bits of her weave out of Willow’s hand- “Shit happens get over it. Or go to a better hairdressers!” Freya ran over, forcing Willow away - suggesting that they escape before someone beat the shit out of her.

Exiting the bar- Willow dared them all to steal a glass of some sort. None of the others dare do it.

“You’re all wimps. Come on liven up! You’re on vacation.” Running out of the bar with a glass in her hand- Drake knew she was going to get into trouble. Freya placed a comforting arm on him.

“Don’t worry- she’s always like it. It’s not the worse thing she’s done when she’s been drunk.” Drakes eyes widened wondering what else she was capable of. She’s going to be trouble.

Walking out of the bar doors, they heard a smash- seeing Willow attempting to pick up the shattered glass of the floor. Drake picked her up, slinging her over his shoulder before she caused any injury to herself- they didn’t want to spend part of their vacation in ER. The bouncer looked furious at the friends- Maxwell apologised on behalf using Liam’s status to their full advantage. Olivia on the other hand, threatened for her daggers to come out and play- making the bouncer back off from shouting at the tourists. Hana fluttered her eyelashes, speaking calmly and politely like the typical noble stereotype that she was brought up to learn.

“Drake put me down I’m going to be sick.”

Putting her down, he was willing to hold her beautiful long light coloured hair back to avoid it becoming contaminated with sick. Before anyone could escape- projectile sick splattered everywhere, mainly all over the bouncer. Grabbing Drakes hand, “I feel better now. Run!!!”

Running away from the bar, they all stopped once it was out of view. Drake let go of her hand knowing they were all safe- all trying to regain their breath. Not noticing that Willow had slipped away from the circle they were stood in.

“And this guys is why Willow was my best friend at college! Surprised she hasn’t picked up some random item like a traffic cone yet.”

“Er Freya... I think you spoke too soon.” Liam pointed over to where Willow was stood attempting to carry a traffic cone- failing miserably she sat on it instead and fell off, now risking a head injury along with the previous “slicing her finger” antic.

“For fuck sake...” Freya muttered, before escorting the others over to the drunk Texan.

“Guys let’s grab some food before we head back.” Willow said, barely able to walk- staggering about along the cold pavement.

“Oh dear god no.” The friends looked at Freya wondering why she would say that. Entering the takeaway, Willow stood up on one of the tables where people were already sat. Knocking over their drinks, as she stumbled- she apologised many times, before attempting to wipe up the residue with the people’s burgers and fries and the women’s clutch bags. After the liquid wasn’t cleaned up, she laid on the table legs swinging in the air whilst eating the food she had stolen. Freya dragged Willow off the table abruptly, explaining to the people that she really is a nice girl and that she would replace their food. “Hey waitress! I want a cheeseburger without the cheese please but with extra pickles. I’ll love you forever!” “You mean a hamburger then Lo. And you don’t even like pickles. Let’s get you a coffee at the hotel instead.” “No Frey, I mean a fucking god damn cheeseburger without the cheese. I may have decided to like pickles all of a sudden.” Drake sniggered at her, he found her hilarious. She was definitely hard work. Freya suggested that one of the men carried willow back to the hotel- not only for her own safety but for everyone’s safety.

****

Once arriving at the hotel, Drake sat her at the table in his room. Pouring her a black coffee- hoping she would sober up soon. He had never laughed as much on a night out- seeing her dimple every time she laughed made his heart fill with joy.

“You guys are no fun.”

“We can be. Sometimes. I think you’re just unique Willow.”

“And you Drake Walker, are not a grump. Freya doesn’t know what she’s talking about. Thank you for coming. I’ve had a brilliant night.”

“So have I.”

“You should come to Texas more often.”

“I may do- my mom lives here. And I’d like to see you again.” Before Drake could react Willow pulled him up off his chair- Pulling his face towards her she passionately kissed him. She had sobered up slightly but his kiss made her feel intoxicated. Holding tightly onto Willow’s waist, he pulled away- looking at her adoringly for a brief moment before capturing her lips, sliding his tongue across her lips, she opened her mouth allowing it to enter- he tasted a fusion of alcohol. Both getting lost in the kiss, it was as if the world had melted away. Moving her hair to the side, he kissed her neck- all she could feel was his hot breath, before he moved the kisses slowly down to her shoulder.

Undoing his shirt buttons, slowly as she admired his toned body- she bit her bottom lip. Roaming her finger along his muscles, she didn’t know how to react. Natural instinct told Drake he was getting lucky with the beautiful woman stood in front of him- removing his trousers, she gawked at the bulge on show. Guiding his hand towards her zip, she wanted him to strip her- slowly he pulled the zipper down allowing her dress to fall gracefully down to the floor. Drake couldn’t grasp how lucky he was - his heart began to flutter. Leading her over to the bed, whilst unclipping her bra- she willingly followed. Laying down, she pulled him onto her leading into another passionate kiss- his hand wandered towards her clit abruptly stopping. “Can I?” He asked, hoping she wouldn’t reject him. “Please Drake.” That was all he needed to know, removing her knickers- he felt at how damp she was already. Returning to her clit, he teased it moving his calloused fingers in tantalising circles- arching her back she couldn’t contain her moans. Encouraging Drake to insert his fingers due to her pleasure, he pumped them harder and faster. “Are you enjoying it?” “Yes. I need more, please.” Removing his fingers, he licked her juice off them seductively- before moving his tongue to her pussy lips. Tasting her made him want her more. He had never believed in love at first sight but this was something. Licking her folds, he heard her unable to control her orgasms- boosting his ego that he knew how to treat a lady.

Willow remained sprawled out as Drake, worked his way up her body, kissing every inch. His tongue licked and sucked her nipples- creating them to become more peaked, before crashing his lips on hers. Reaching for his manhood, he shook his head- “tonight is about you, it’s your birthday. What do you want?” “You. I want you, Drake. Inside me. Don’t tease me anymore.” Lining himself up, he slowly pushed himself into her - allowing for her to adjust to his size, he began with slow yet deep thrusts. The trusts eventually increased in speed due to Willow’s reactions, both moaning- both breathing in unison. Her body trembling constantly, as she released multiple times. She could feel his cock pulsate as his hot seed spilled inside her. Laying next to her, he held her hand, attempting to slow their breathing down after the passion they had both encountered. Turning towards her, he cupped her cheeks- forcing her to turn her gaze towards him.

“Happy birthday trouble.”

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Hold my girl

Part 1 - Back in the Big Apple

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******

Daniel was tired from his shift at the bar. He had offered to work overtime doing a 12 hour shift- not like he had anything better to do. Barely staying awake, constantly yawning, constantly checking the clock. Time was going slow today. His thoughts were all about seeing Freya Johnson again.

Before Freya up’d and left for a once in a lifetime adventure to a Mediterranean country, it was fun at work. They always laughed and mimicked the customers. She was fun. She made him enjoy work. Their manager treat them both like absolute shit but having each other got them through their shifts.

He was happy for Freya, he just missed her deeply- he had known her since they were four years old and was always close to her, taking her under his wing. He grew up to love her but knew he didn’t want to cross the friend zone. Daniel was happy having Freya in his life as his ‘BFF’.

Every year on the 19th February, they would both book the day off work. It was a date that meant so much to Freya and having Daniel with her every day for the last eight years on that date meant so much to her. It was her adopted parents anniversary of their death.

They would do some of the things her parents used to do with her when she was younger; having cronuts for breakfast in her favourite cafe along with the special vanilla milkshake, a walk around Central Park taking in the beautiful scenery and ending the day seeing a musical on Broadway.

After the musical, they would visit the graves of Grace and Paul Johnson. Freya would place a beautiful bouquet and tidy up the flowers and grass growing around them. When they passed away Freya decided to update them on this date about her life by writing a diary and reading it out to them. She placed the diary at the front of their grave and updated it every time she visited. Also around the graves were photos of the Johnson’s with Freya when she was younger, photos of Freya and Daniel, photos of Freya’s life achievements such as gaining her degree- her parents would have been so proud of her she always thought.

After the visit, Daniel would then drive them both to the local beach and to the secret cove that Freya called her “secret place” and let off Chinese lanterns into the sky in memory of Grace and Paul. Freya knew that is wasn’t a secret and there was other people that visited the beach but it was the memory of what her parents said to her that always stuck in her mind.

*****

12 years ago, Freya aged 12

“Now Freya, this is mine and your moms secret place. We used to come here when we fell in love whilst on vacation. It is special to us, and this is always why we wanted to share it with you. Maybe in your future you can share this with someone special in your life?”

“Dad? What if I don’t find anyone special? I only have Daniel as my friend. Everyone else is horrible to me.” She said in an upset tone of voice. Not really wanting to hear her parents response, she skipped some stones into the sea.

“Freya sweetheart, you are special, you are beautiful, clever and kind hearted. You will have a wonderful future ahead of you. I promise. We will be with you all of the way.” said Grace softly as she pulled Freya in for a tight loving squeeze.

*****

24hours ago- New York

The bar was extremely quiet. Daniel was bored, twiddling his thumbs. There were two locals in; James Mckrey and Brody Clark.

Brody was the local “playboy”. Had a new girlfriend every day. He sucked at relationships. Would always come in the bar and flirt with Freya. She knew creeps like him and knew how to handle him.

James was the lonely lightweight. He always moaned about how crap his life was, hence why he got drunk nearly every night. Daniel and Freya always felt sorry for him. Half the time they had to get him in a cab when it was closing time to make sure he got home okay- they were waiters who didn’t get paid enough for this shit.

Daniel couldn’t cope being on his own with these two and his arsehole manager. Just then Daniel heard the doors swing open. Daniel walked out of the kitchen yawning whilst putting on a fake smile.

“Good afternoon, my name is Daniel and I’ll be serving you today. Do you both need a tab.... o my god Freya?”

“DANIEL!” Freya ran up to her best friend and gave him a big tight hug. Hanging onto him for dear life, she had missed him dearly and began to regret going awol.

“You just up’d and left. You could have called or text to say you was back.”

“My cell phone coverage has been limited in Cordonia...”

“Maybe you should switch plans?” The man with the smirk said sarcastically.

“Well I’m glad you’re okay. Looks like you’re doing good. I’ve missed you.” Daniel looked over at the man who was with Freya. He looked familiar but Daniel couldn’t pin point why?

“This is Drake, my hot date.” Drake looked confused as Freya said this, rolling his eyes back he couldn’t wait to have a drink and then leave. Just then Daniel snapped him out of his trance.

“You always did have good taste.”

“I’m not her ‘hot date’! I don’t even like her that much. I’ve been lumbered with her.” Daniel noticed his friends smile fade, he knew it would only take a matter of seconds for her to fix that fake Oscar winning smile. Which it did.

“Whatever pal. Please follow me to the most romantic spot in the house! What can I get you guys?”

“One whiskey neat please.” Said Drake.

“Make that two specials Dan” smiled Freya, she knew what was in the whiskey special- if that wasn’t revenge for Drake being an arse she didn’t know what was.

Daniel walked over and poured their drinks and took them over to the booth. Every so often Daniel would check on them and chatted with them both.

“So are you back in New York for good? Or just visiting?”

“Just visiting with the royal court. We actually have a party we need to get to. I’ve missed you so much Dan, I will come and visit more often. And keep in touch. I promise.”

“I’ve missed you too Freya, it just isn’t the same here without you. Take care you two. This isn’t a goodbye, it’s a see you soon.”

He smiled and waved at her and Drake as they left. Would she keep in touch? He hoped so. He had wondered if she had visited Grace and Paul’s graves on her visit? Did she tell Drake about them? Or was it just Daniel that knew? Thoughts kept roaming through his head. He didn’t have the heart to tell her whilst she seemed so happy, that he had visited the graves on behalf of her whilst she was away. He had tidied up the graves and explained to them that Freya was away but would be back soon with an update in her diary and on her new life. He loved the Johnsons, they made him feel welcome into their family, so he felt he should do that if not for Freya but for them.

Daniels shift wasn’t ending for a few hours- his friend had left only a matter of seconds ago and he was already contemplating texting Freya but she was at a party with nobles. Would it be rude of her to read it? Daniel thought. She could read it after the party?

“Hey, it was great to see you and meet grumpy Drake! Sorry if I’m interrupting you. I’ve missed my friend so much. You seem so happy. But I need to ask you something? Dan x”

*****

Leaving the bar, Riley and Drake walked slowly through the streets of New York. Throughout her time in Cordonia, she had fallen for Drake Walker. Fallen deep and hard. He built walls around him, and she intended on knocking down each and every one. However she kept failing. She knew that Liam loved her- but she couldn’t return the love, her heart was set on the jerk that was horrendous to her.

“Why are you such an arsehole with me? Can’t you handle a joke?” She held the railing, overlooking the Hudson River.

“I’m not an arsehole Jono. I just hate that I get lumbered with you all the bastard time.” Freya began uncontrollably crying, her heart felt as though it was being stabbed constantly as if she was voodoo doll.

“Jeez! Thanks a lot Drake. See ya later.”

Riley stormed off wiping her tears away, Drake regretted what he had said. The last time he saw her cry was when she was dragged out of the Coronation. He also regretted annoying her, as he was now struggling with directions to get back to the hotel.

Freya- I don’t hate you at all.

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Hold my girl

Part 4

Catch up with Part 3 here

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*******

“Lady Freya, how nice to see you’re sticking around.” Madeleine smirked, along with a sarcastic tone of voice.

God I hate her. No that’s really nasty Freya. Use your Oscar winning fake smile. Daniel would be proud.

“Madeleine. I’m here to do you a favour.”

“Oh and what would that be?” Madeleine laughed in Freya’s face, Freya just wanted to punch her in the face- forcing her to pay a visit to the nearest plastic surgeon.

“You need to call this shower off now!”

“Really Lady Freya? I’ve been more than patient with you. I’ve looked over Liam’s obvious affection for you, endured your presence on this tour but I see no reason why......”

Suddenly Freya’s phone buzzed in her pocket. It was an email from Justin with the attachment of Tariq’s statement. Smiling, she knew that the previous smirk on Madeleine’s face would soon falter.

“If you won’t listen to me Madeleine, watch this!” As Madeleine watched the video the colour from her face slowly drains.

Maybe she feels bad? No this is Madeleine, she has no feelings.

“I see. I’ll think of something to tell everyone. Thank you for bringing this up to me. If it had played in the middle of our wedding shower... I... thank you Freya.”

“Yeah well I know what public humiliation feels like. I wouldn’t put you through that.”

What the fuck is up with you Freya. If anyone deserves humiliation it would be a snake like Madeleine. Just proves I had a good upbringing from Grace and Paul for thinking about other people as well as myself.

“I suppose that you do at that. You’re far more generous than given credit for.” Madeline walks towards the stage leaving Freya alone.

Always remember that if anyone is nasty towards you in anyway- it is most likely because they are jealous of you. Don’t allow anyone to make you feel bad. Keep your head held high. I love you baby girl.

Freya you are my daughter, I am so proud of the young woman you have become. You are so strong and determined. Never judge anyone, always have empathy towards everyone, no matter how much you may ‘hate’ them. I love you

Nobody likes us? So what? Ignore them. You’re my best friend. As long as I have you and you have me, that’s all we need. I’ll always have your back. Team Daniel and Freya!

Freya was forced to leave her memories as she saw Madeleine about to make a speech.

“Ladies and gentlemen if I may have your attention please... I’m afraid we will have to.....”

Immediately the room is filled with buzzing noises one after the other- the same noise echoing all around.

Shit!

Freya’s friends come up towards her looking shocked.

“You told Justin to not publish the statement right?” Drake asked, looking concerned towards her. Wondering why Justin would ignore her wishes, wondering why Justin would cause more trouble for her.

“Yeah. I text him- look.” Shaking, she passed Drake her phone. Looking back up towards her, he had sorrow in his eyes.

“Well I don’t know what happened but....” Maxwell panicked, it was like deja vu- a vendetta against Freya occurring all over again.

Freya heard everyone whispering around her. Penelope mentioned Tariq’s name whilst Madeleine gave Freya dagger eyes, she then heard Liam.

“They found him!”

Everyone gathered around Freya’s phone as they watched the statement. Tariq had confessed the truth around what really had happened that night at Applewood. That he was in the wrong, he apologised for all the events that had taken place in the room, and for not coming forward sooner, explaining Freya had nothing to do with it. It was a mix up and that he had invaded Freya’s privacy. Freya looked around giving everyone who was looking at her a dignified nod.

“Excuse me guys, I’m just going to get a drink of water.” All her friends looked concerned at each other as she walked away. She needed some air. She could hear all the commotion happening inside but needed to speak to her friend.

“Hey Dan, can you speak?”

“Frey what’s up?”

“It’s all over, my name is cleared.”

“That’s great sweetie, are you okay?”

“Just relieved. It’s over. No more whispering about me behind my back. They are so petty here- it’s like being back at high school. In fact no it’s worse! The fact that they are nobles you’d think they have manners, school kids have the excuse that they are kids.”

“Well you got through it then and I’m sure you will now. You’re strong Frey, if you wasn’t you wouldn’t have returned to face that shitstorm. You are determined but stubborn at the same time. They should have been afraid of you and to learn not to mess with a New Yorker.”

“Yeah, strong thanks to mom, dad and you. Talking about mom and dad, I haven’t had chance to see them. I feel guilty, and I know that sounds stupid but are you free tomorrow afternoon?”

“Of course I am. I’m sure they’ve missed you. You need to update your diary. Erm Frey?”

“Yeah...”

“You know when I said I needed to ask you something in that text? That’s what I wanted to ask. To ask if you’d been up to see them.”

“No Daniel. I feel guilty not going. No one from Cordonia knows about my past. Just gotten through one scandal- didn’t want to cause another one.”

“Well I’ve been up a few times and explained to them, and kept their graves tidy. Hope you don’t mind.”

“Of course I don’t. Thank you Dan! That means so much to me. Can you do me a favour? I need to send some things to your email - could you print them off for me and bring them tomorrow?”

“Sure thing Freya. See you at 2? Love ya sweetie.”

“See you then. Love ya”

Freya walked back into the room after talk with Daniel. She couldn’t believe what he had told her, he was a true friend. As she walked in Liam was on stage.

“ I propose a toast to Lady Johnson.”

Everyone in the room followed Liam’s toast. Freya saw Madeleine started to walk over just as Justin barged through the door.

No. Not dealing with this tonight. I feel like punching Justin.

“Hey guys, I’m going to head back. I’m really tired.”

“C’mon Jono, lets all get out of here before the press turn up and ask questions.”

Freya agreed with Drake, wondering why he was being so sincere for once. Along with Maxwell, Bertrand and Hana they headed back to the hotel. There was silence all the way back. She just wanted to go to sleep before seeing her mom and dad the following day but her friends insisted on coming inside with her.

“What a night!” Hana gently broke the silence between the friends.

“I can’t believe it’s over- finally.” Freya sighed as she kicked off her shoes and threw her bag onto the couch.

“Nor can I.”

“Liam?”

“I had a feeling you would all come here. I came as soon as I could. I can’t imagine how you are feeling after what my father put you through and what happened with Tariq.” Freya nodded and smiled at everyone.

How did I get lucky to gain such amazing friends? And I’m about to leave them all. Thank god for social media.

“I just feel relieved. It’s over. I’ve spent so long with schemes hanging over my head.” Maxwell jumps into the conversation- quite literally jumping. Freya raised her eyebrows at him, wondering how much alcohol he had managed to consume in the short time that they had attended the wedding shower.

“Now that you’re in the clear this calls for a celebration!”

“What did you have in mind?”

“What has amazing fried food, carnival games and crazy rides?” He said excitedly, with the biggest grin painted on his face.

“It’s Coney Island. He wants to go to Coney Island.” Drake now jumped into the conversation. He couldn’t bear anymore hints from Maxwell- they could possibly be there all night guessing. Freya laughed. “I see...”

“Yep! You. Us. Tomorrow morning? Liam can come too if he wants.”

“An excellent idea. I have things to do tonight but tomorrow sounds great.”

They arranged to meet at 10am before her friends left her room.

10am, that leaves me four hours to do Coney Island with my friends then get to my parents graves at 2pm to meet Daniel. How am I going to get away from them all without telling the truth of where I’m going? I don’t want to lie to them. Just then Freya thought of something. She had a plan.

*****

Freya couldn’t sleep after her name being cleared. Flashbacks occurred in the back of her mind from all the social season. Anyone else would have given up straight away.

Getting out of bed, she quickly showered and got dressed into a sports bra and leggings and decided to go for a run as she always did. It always cleared her mind for a bit. It was 6.30am. Plenty of time before she had to endure Coney Island with her friends. Not that she wasn’t excited to spend time with them, she just wasn’t as thrilled to be going. She went all the time. It was ‘old’ for her.

Grabbing her phone, headphones and bottle of ice cold water, Freya headed to the front door to leave for her run. As she got closer there was a knock.

Ffs Maxwell!

“Liam? I was just going to curse you thinking that you was my alarm clock also known as Maxwell!”

Liam stared at Freya, considering all the shit she had been through she could still crack a joke even at this time of the morning.

“Lady Freya, I thought I’d be disturbing you but looks like you are ready for the day and are going somewhere?”

“Yeah I couldn’t sleep. My New York brain kicked in. Whenever I couldn’t sleep, I’d go for a run to clear my mind. I’m just going now.... don’t worry I’ll be at Coney Island for ten. I’m not usually long.. scared of having a heart attack if I work out too much.”

“I don’t doubt for a minute you’d be late. And even if you was, this day is about you so we’d wait for you. I actually wanted to ask if you wanted to meet me before we went - for breakfast or a coffee somewhere? I’ve cleared my appointments for today.”

“Sure. What time? I’ll be an hour tops.”

“Ring me when you’re back. And I’ll come and collect you.”

“Okay. See you soon.”

Liam patted his pocket checking the box was still safe once Freya had left. They hadn’t been close recently- she kept ditching his suggestions of meeting up one to one. He believed it was because she didn’t want to cause another scandal whilst he was engaged to another woman.

But now her name had been cleared, he had considered asking her to become his Queen. She had won over the press during the social season, and now her name was cleared she could prove them all right that she is an amazing woman.

*********

An hour later Freya rung Liam, he immediately jumped out of his chair and grabbed his jacket. Just assuming he wanted to talk about her name being cleared, she didn’t think anything of it.

“Morning, did you enjoy your run.”

“Yes thank you. It’s good to be back to normality.” Liam wondered what she meant by the words back and normality.

“I see, so I thought we could go and visit the Statue of Liberty again?”

“Sure. Then we could beat those losers to Coney Island.” She laughed.

****

Liam admired the Statue of Liberty as he did that first night he met Freya, who went all out to make his dream come true about visiting her. Freya noticed that he was in a trance, assuming it was most likely due to the memory.

“We’ve come along way since we were last here.”

“Yes.” Liam couldn’t string a sentence together, deep down he knew she would immediately refuse his proposal due to their relationship drifting apart. Sitting down on a bench with the Statue in the distance, they both remained silent.

“Last time we was here, I was besotted with you. I always believed that if fate would bring us back together that I’d marry you.” Freya’s natural complexion suddenly drained, she wasn’t ready to break his heart. Any of their hearts in that case.

“I was going to ask you to marry me, be my Queen- but I knew deep down that you’d always say no after how my father treat you. I don’t blame you. I can see from your facial expression that you need to say something...”

“I ... I ...”

“Freya what’s up? I’ve never seen you speechless before. You’re strong. You’re determined.”

“Liam, I am those things. But deep down I’m constantly breaking down. I opened up to Duchess Adelaide at the UN party- I was drunk. I should have told you all about my past. Maxwell briefly knows. I’m so sorry Liam.” Liam looked at her bewildered, not knowing why she couldn’t talk to anyone regarding her past. After explaining about it all- he wore the same expression that Adelaide wore- both speechless.

“I’ve never seen you speechless before your Majesty.” She joked.

“You should have told us all. We all complained about our past to you. If you are feeling homesick- I’m not going to keep you tied up in a dungeon. You can leave Cordonia whenever. We can all make it a regular vacation.”

“Liam... I’m not coming back to Cordonia.”

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Hold my girl

Part 5

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*****

“What do you mean you’re not coming back to Cordonia? Is it because of me? Because of the others? We all love you. I was going to ask you to be a Duchess. You came into our lives like a whirlwind. You brought us all together, you are the glue to our friendships.” Liam felt as if he couldn’t breathe- they had all failed her, he believed.

“No. I love you all. I truly do. I’m moving away- I’ve been offered a job. I’ll keep in touch with you all. I need a new start Liam. I’m so sorry.” Liam now felt as if his heart had stopped, not knowing at how the others would react to this news. A job is a job. She wouldn’t need a job if she returned with them- she was a close friend, he could provide for her or she could get a job in Cordonia.

“Please come back with us. We will all miss you.” His usual sparkly baby blues, were pleading with her to reconsider. Feeling guilty she was still in a dilemma about what to do.

“Liam, I can’t. I need a new start. Please don’t make my decision any harder than it already is. I will come and visit Cordonia every so often. I’ll keep to that promise. I need to pack my things and move them to Daniel’s. I’m leaving tomorrow.”

Liam didn’t want to argue, he thought about cancelling the Coney Island trip- instead he would just meet up with the others and explain what was happening. Between them all they could brainstorm how to change her mind.

“As long as you promise to visit us, and we will visit you. How about we cancel Coney Island. I’ll talk to the others. You can pack your things, we can meet up for a last super around five o’clock?”

“Sure. Let’s make it a night to remember.”

******

Freya left Liam, feeling guilty but also relieved after her heart to heart with him. Packing her belongings she had with her, she was willing to pay Maxwell to post the rest of her belongings from Cordonia. On route to meeting Daniel, she felt sad that she was not only leaving her new friends, but also Daniel and her parents.

“You ready?”

“Sure. Let’s go.”

Freya met Daniel at the bar, they were short on time but Freya knew they could do it in the short break Daniel had from work. They both got in his car and drove up to the grave yard.

Freya started crying as she walked up to her parents graves, holding the folder Daniel had given her. In it was pictures of her and Daniel she had taken when she returned to New York and then pictures of her and her new friends from Cordonia.

“Thanks for printing these off for me Dan, where would I be without you?” She smiled softly at him, he took her hand into his as they walked up to the headstones.

Grace and Paul Johnson

Beloved parents of Freya

They loved their second home- New York

Tragically passed away 19th February 2007 aged 38 and 39

Hey Mom. Hey Dad. Sorry I haven’t been to visit sooner. I miss you both so much. You would not believe what happened to me in the last few months. You always said I was smart. Would you think it was smart to go on an adventure to a different country with four men you’d only just met? More like crazy I’d say.

So the story begins when Daniel, ditched me at work to go on date with Lola. You remember Lola? The bitch at high school, the biggest mean girl. Well when he first mentioned he was going on a date with her a few years ago I nearly hit him to wake him up. But she started to hang about with us, and she really has changed. She’s lovely and she’s perfect for Daniel. I can’t wait to be godparents to their children ha.

Anyway Daniel ditched me and left me a rowdy table to serve. I looked over and there was three men- they were all so different. I was ready to kill Daniel at this point. He owed me. He owed me big time. I walked over and took their order when another man approached the group- I had never seen someone so handsome. He was so polite towards me, at the end of the night he asked how I was doing. What customer asks how the waitress is? He wanted to thank me for taking care of them all (maybe I do make a pretty good damn waitress- maybe better than my original fantasy job). It wasn’t until then that I realised they had come to New York as tourists for his bachelor party but they hadn’t really planned what to do. He asked for recommendations about clubs in New York and that he would want me to join them, so he could thank me for that night by buying me a drink.

Clubs are boring I thought. Or maybe I was just bored of them because I went every weekend with Dan and Lola- feeling like the third wheel. I suggested going to the ‘secret spot’. The guys loved it. They all let loose. The bachelor- Liam, didn’t seem to be having as much as a good time as the other three. He told me the only thing he wanted to do in New York was to see liberty - typical tourist! Then I had a crazy thought- I’d only just met him and the others and then I was pulling out all the stops to get him there. I contacted John the guy who owns all the boats, asking him to take myself and Liam there. We snuck away from the beach and met John. On the boat Liam’s eyes lit up like he was a kid in a candy shop. He kept mentioning how he wished he could have freedom like liberty- that’s when he told me he was the crown prince of a country called Cordonia. It was a small country in the Mediterranean. We stayed there and admired the view. Just before we left he said he admired my adventurous spirit and that he would never forgot this night or me. That’s when we kissed. And that’s when I left him to find his friends and I walked back to my apartment.

The next morning I went for my usual run around Central Park before making my way towards to bar to start the early shift. I’d offered to work it as Daniel would have been hungover after his date with Lola. I walked into the bar and saw Daniel there. He explained that he was fine to work and to stick to the original rota. So that gave me the day off. As I left, I heard a man shout my name as he ran up to me out of breath. It was Maxwell, one of the men from the previous night. Maxwell reminded me so much of Daniel, fun, always up for a laugh, just genuinely a nice guy.

He explained how in Cordonia all the noble houses could sponsor a girl to win Liam’s heart and become his princess. Maxwell and his older brother Bertrand didn’t have anyone to sponsor as they didn’t have a sister. What have I got to lose I thought? Only my job, and Daniel but we are like glue. It wouldn’t be losing him it would be a ‘see you soon’. Without hesitation I agreed with Maxwell’s suggestion. He seemed so happy. I thought this would be an adventure of a lifetime. I could make new friends, Maxwell would make a brilliant friend. I was intrigued to get to know about the noble life. For me it wasn’t all about Liam even though we had that connection.

After months of shit in the royal court, it was finally the coronation ball when Prince Liam would become king and choose his bride. In those months, I honestly felt like giving up and returning back home. I just wanted to be near you both. No one heard me, but I would cry every night in my room- who would have thought this was so hard. I am a strong person, I don’t take any shit. I had bitches fucking with me, a man practically try to rape me, and then the former king screw my reputation up,throw me out of his country and make everyone hate me- everyone that is except my my closest friends. At the airport, I had guards surrounded me as if I was some criminal- it was suffocating. I just wanted the airport to announce that we was boarding on the plane back to home. Finally the call was announced and I grabbed my bag and went to the queue, that was until the Beaumont brothers begged me back- I mean practically in tears begging me back haha. I was doubtful about returning, seeing everyone, everyone making their own assumptions up about me. But then I remembered everything you taught me- to never give up, be strong, and never lose those close to you. I am Freya Johnson, I will never give up!

On return to court, I had to endure the engagement tour. I couldn’t care less about the engagement, all I wanted to do was clear my name! The only good thing about this tour was visiting cities in Europe and spending time with my friends.

The reason I am here writing this is because the end of the tour ironically is here at home, in New York. Yesterday, I finally cleared my name. Found the man who was responsible, he did a statement and now everyone is up my arse. I feel so relieved. And I hope you are proud of me.

Freya ended reading what she had written, Daniel was next to her and put his arms around her.

“Bloody hell freya, you don’t do things by half. The last few months have been like you’re staring in a movie. They would be so proud of you. As we all are.”

“Thanks Dan. I’ve missed you. In a way I will miss this shitstorm and the entertainment. But I’m ready to be free and move on.” She laughed.

“So now that’s done. Where are we placing the other things? Is there an order you want to put them in?” Freya retrieved the photos that she had asked Daniel to print off and placed them around the graves.

The photos I am leaving are of people that have come into my life and changed it. They all are so different and I love them all. Who’d have known that little Freya from London would have grown up to have the most incredible people look after her and care for her. I don’t know in what direction my future is heading, but with all these people in it even at a distance, I know it’s going to be a brighter one.

I don’t know when I will be back or how often I’ll be back. But don’t either of you ever forget that I love you both always. You’re both forever in my mind and my heart. You have both turned me into the woman I am today and I am grateful for you both letting me into your life’s twenty years ago.

I know that I am going to cherish my children as much as you did me- you’d both spoil your grandchildren so much and pour all the love to them. I wish you could walk me down the aisle dad when the time comes. I hope- no I know for a fact you are looking down on me as I am always looking up at you both.

Your loving daughter,

Freya Johnson xoxoxox

“Thanks for coming with me. I needed to do this.”

“I’ll keep an eye out for them don’t worry. So when can myself and Lola visit Vegas?”

“Whenever, you want. Hey, why don’t you both get married at the chapel?” Daniel cocked a brow, knowing she was joking- or so he had hoped. “I need to meet them all. Only Liam knows, I owe them all an explanation. I’ll see you tomorrow morning before I leave.”

******

Liam explained that they were all meeting for an early dinner- the others all went to Coney Island regardless of Liam’s and Freya’s absence. Meeting at the restaurant, they all noticed Liam and Bertrand looking defeated.

“What’s up? Where is Blossom?” Maxwell barely said as he was scoffing his face with candy floss.

“I don’t know Max. Liam told her five o’clock. If there was anything that she was taught from her time in Cordonia it would be to be punctual.” Liam shook his head, this was no time to criticise Freya.

“So, I called my engagement off with Madeleine. I met up with Lady Freya before. Informed her that I was going to ask her to marry me. Her face faltered, I knew deep down she would refuse. Then she opened up to me about a lot of her past....” Liam had informed Bertrand prior to the others arriving about the heart to heart with Freya. Drake and Maxwell looked at each other concerned, Drake whispered “I told you he would propose”, Maxwell swallowed hard knowing he was now involved in this possible love triangle even if Liam technically didn’t propose.

“Lady Freya isn’t returning to Cordonia.” They all gasped at Bertrand’s statement. When she mentioned it to Maxwell at the UN party he honestly thought she was bluffing.

“If anyone can convince her to come back with us it’s Daniel. Liam, Drake do you remember how to get to the Dive bar?”

******

Daniel stared at the clock at work, it was 7pm. He had taken a late lunch break to meet Freya to visit her parents. One more hour left, he thought. In an hour he would have to find that person to give the note from Freya.

“Please just find them and give them this. I couldn’t bare to face them all at the restaurant. They probably won’t remember how to get there. That night was a bit of a blur. They will be at this address. If they aren’t in the hotel bar, their room is 36 on the ground floor. I can’t keep this from them anymore.”

“Don’t feel pushed into telling them all now if you don’t feel ready Frey. They will understand.”

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to do it if I don’t do it now Dan. I’d be grateful if you tried to help me. I’ll be waiting in the usual place. I’ll see you before I leave for Vegas, okay?”

After what Freya had told him that morning, Daniel knew he had to do his best to help his friend. She deserved all the happiness in the world. If it didn’t work out, he had assumed that she would return back home to New York and he would be there to support her as he always had done. He began to clean the bar, when the doors swung open.

“Daniel! Where’s Jono?”

“Drake? Hi.”

Shit. What is he doing here? Has Freya backed out of her plan?

Just then a beautiful lady smiled at Daniel. His heart sank.

“Hi. My names Hana. Have you seen Freya?” She asked softly.

“Hi Hana. I’m Daniel. I haven’t seen her since this afternoon. I met her for an hour earlier on. She er... she.”

“Is she okay?” Maxwell asked, his lip began to tremble.

“Er, why don’t you guys take a seat I’ll get you all a drink.”

Drake, Liam, Maxwell and Hana all sat down in the same booth that the gentlemen did that night. If Daniel didn’t have a date that night, none of them would have met Freya.

“Thank you Daniel. My names Liam and this is Maxwell. Is she okay? I’m worried that this may be all my fault?”

Daniel put his head down. He knew exactly what Liam meant. Liam had confessed that he would have proposed to Freya earlier on this morning and that he was considering asking her to become a Duchess. Of course he would think that there was a possibility that it was his fault. She had told Daniel she was distant with all her friends when she dropped of the spontaneous letter, not meaning to be she was just thinking about her parents as well as her past and her new beginnings.

Daniel felt bad knowing the truth as to why she didn’t meet them and the guilt when he saw these four people worrying about her. He didn’t want Freya to push them away because she was only used to Daniel and his family caring for her once Grace and Paul had passed away.

“Liam. It’s not your fault. She er. She.” They all looked at him worried and confused- waiting impatiently for him to elaborate.

“She had things she had to do. Things she always did when she lived here.” Maxwell looked extremely upset and started to think.

Things she always did when she lived here? Is she missing it here? Did I drag her away from a family? From more friends? From a life?

“I finish at seven. I will elaborate then. Okay?” They all nodded in unison, wondering what he was keeping from them. Drake walked over to the bar to order another round, Daniel was due to finish in ten minutes. Daniel poured a whiskey, a scotch and two cocktails. Whilst he was doing this Drake whispered to him.

“Hey Daniel, what are you keeping from us? We just want to know that she’s okay? Why is she thinking about not coming back with us? If so we’d like to say goodbye at least.”

“Drake it’s nothing like that. I swear. It’s not my business to tell you what we did in that hour but I feel like I need to betray Frey and show you all.”

“What do you mean betray her?”

“Oh drake.. She..had to visit some people. I will take you all there. There’s something you all need to see. Is a lady called Olivia with you all? I think she needs to see this too?”

Olivia? Wtf is going on?

“Er yeah. She is. I’ll text her to come now.”

Daniel hated doing this. But if Freya wasn’t going to open up to her friends he would help her.

Please don’t hate me Freya. I’m doing this because I care for you. No one will judge you. We all love you.

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Hold My Girl

Introduction - Freya Johnson

So, I started this series before “Why me?”.

No one really knows about TRR Main characters past .... Most of this series is based on flashbacks from her childhood. I’ve changed the main characters name to, Freya Johnson as Riley Brooks is used in my other series.

Tags- I’m just tagging people from my other series...

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******

Freya Johnson was only 15 when her parents tragically died in a fatal car accident. No teenager should have to go through that. It broke her. She idolised them. They weren’t her biological parents but that didn’t matter to her. They raised her to be the young woman that she is today. Without them, she didn’t know what her life would be like.

Freya was labelled as “the American” and “the mystery woman” by the Cordonian court and press. Little did they know she was actually born in London. Did she need to correct them? Technically she was American living there for over two decades but she was born British- so therefore held a duel citizenship. It’s only a white lie she thought, not even a lie- she just didn’t tell the full truth. No one asked. So what was the need?

She moved to New York when she was just four years old. Since she moved there whilst she was young, she had picked up the New York accent from the other kids.

Her biological mother was young when she had her. Too young people said. Freya’s father was a lot older than her mother. He was an arsehole to her. The poor girl was so happy when she found out she was pregnant. He on the other hand hit her, accusing her of being so stupid and naive telling her repeatedly that he had never loved her and used her for sex.

Freya’s biological mum accepted the shit he gave her. She loved him for some reason, even whilst abusing her over and over again. He repeatedly apologised, claiming that deep down he loved her and their baby girl. She forgave him every time, even when he had hospitalised her- after pushing her down the stairs whilst she was heavily pregnant with Freya. Her mom was questioned over and over again, regarding the abuse from her midwife and the hospital staff but she refused to let them know that their suspicions were correct.

When Freya was born the first few weeks were bliss. Suddenly, suspiciously, this man stepped up as a father. They enjoyed time with their little bundle before it all began again.

He cheated on her mom constantly. Because of this she became an alcoholic. Tap hunting for cigarette butt ends became common too, any little thing to take away the hurt and the depression she was feeling. She loved her little girl but her heart was breaking and she forgot that Freya existed, after drinking herself into oblivion. Just before her second birthday, her father had left them for a younger woman.

Freya’s mom was distraught, getting drunk every day. The health visitor suggested some groups in order to prevent the social services becoming involved in both hers and Freya’s welfare. There she met some people at a young parent support group- these people were nice to her she thought. When in reality they used her, gaining her trust - knowing she would be a ‘push over’ due to her vulnerability. She began to sell drugs for them. Money earned was for herself for the alcohol she was dependant on, forgetting about her young daughter and the needs a toddler required.

On December 13th, when Freya was just three years old her mom died of an overdose. Freya was the one who found her mom.

“Mommy. Wake up. I’m hungry.”

“Mommy? Are we playing sleeping lions?”

“Mommy are you okay?”

The next morning, the neighbors were passing by hearing Freya’s cries. Something wasn’t right, they rung 999 immediately. After knocking the door down the couple and the police found Freya crying over her moms lifeless body.

That was the first time Freya met the Johnson’s.

********

Present time- New York

Freya jumped and screamed when the Royal Jet had landed in New York. Startled from the memory of her 3year old self.

“Little blossom, are you okay?”

“Max?”

Maxwell looked at her worried. He cared deeply for her. Ever since he asked her to join the social season as her sponsor, he had grown to adore her. She was like the sister he never had.

“Welcome home! We have just landed. Is that what made you jump?”

“Eh... yeah” - she lied. She didn’t want anyone to know about her past. She was already trying to clear her name after the scandal with Tariq. What would the next scandal be?

“Lady Freya, the American with no family. Biological mom abandons her then dies. Adopted parents die tragically. Lady Freya will not be emotionally stable for the crown or the life of court”. She could see the headlines now, tears started running down her cheek. Discreetly she wiped them away before Maxwell and Bertrand saw.

Freya thought about the word “home”. Was it her home? She had mixed feelings, she missed her parents even after all these years.

If it wasn’t for Daniel and his family she would have had no link to New York and would have left when she was old enough. At the time she couldn’t leave Daniel, he kept her strong through the bad times. Supported her. Cared for her. But she left him in the shit to go with some strangers to a foreign country out of the blue.

She loved him, she even wondered what it would be like to be with him. They got drunk one night and kissed. For Freya, it didn’t feel right. She loved him but not in that way. They never mentioned about the kiss again.

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