Oh funny seeing you guys here! Heh... So it's been like 2 years (yikes sorry) But hey I'm a college sophomore now! So I randomly thought about this fic today and found this finished draft, and figured I would publish it for anyone who still exists in this fandom! Anyway, here it is :) Also I may or may not go back to edit all the old parts bc damn is the writing cringy in the early ones lol
- The night of the barn-raising -
Kai sits next to me on my couch at the end of my bed, curled up on herself, cradling her cup of tea to her chest. âSo, are you ready for the start of the engagement tour tomorrow?â Kai questions me, taking a sip of her tea. A tight knot of anxiety forms in my stomach, and I nod absentmindedly. âY-yeah, as ready as I can be,â I chuckle lightly, watching my fingers trace the lip of my mug. Kai doesnât say anything for a moment, and I look up to see her studying me.
â...what?â I ask, the sides of my lips quirking up in nervousness. Kai sighs slightly before speaking. âYou just seem- off. I thought you would be ecstatic about this, I mean, you actually found a guy you really love,â Kai explains, and I have to look away again, studying the detail in my curtains. Not the guy you think, a voice mutters within me sourly. She has no idea what sheâs talking about. I jump at a sudden hand on my arm. My eyes flit up to meet Kaiâs concerned eyes. âJust talk to me,â Kai implores quietly. I gulp.
She tilts her head to the side, raising her eyebrows at me. I canât lie to her. I sigh, placing my mug down, before bringing both my hands into my lap, twiddling my fingers. âWell, itâs sort of a long story... but the truth is, Iâm not in love with Liam,â I say carefully, wincing at Kaiâs taken aback expression.
I take a beat to build any last courage, not being able to look at her as I continue. âIâm in love with... Drake. My bodyguard.â I blurt out. I brave a glance up at her as she physically reels back in shock, making a shocked-scoff sound. She shakes her head. âYouâre... oh god, Alana!â Kai swears, shaking her head. I look away, my heart falling. I was hoping she could help me through this, not turn on me.
âAlana. You are the Queen of Cordonia. You canât keep sleeping around like this! You're engaged! I cannot believe you." Kai huffs, slamming her mug down and standing up. âWhy are you so upset? You donât know the half of it! How can you judge me when you donât even know what youâre talking about?!â I exclaim, frustration starting to build in me, making her roll her eyes.
âI donât need some lame excuse from you Alana. Of course, you could never actually have your life together for once. Honestly, I was surprised when I first came home and your life wasnât a mess! I guess deep down I just waiting for the ball to drop. Liam is an amazing guy! How could you do that to him?â She asks me, making tears well in my eyes. Like I didn't feel guilty enough about that.
âGood to know that you think Iâm a failure as well as everyone else in this family. Thanks for enlightening me.â I snap sarcastically, my voice cracking. Kai just shakes her head at me, looking over at me with distaste. âGod. I thought you were better than this,â she says, stinging my skin. Kai turns and storms out, and I collapse onto the couch, the tears falling freely.
- the next day, in the train, en route to Italy -
Watching the Cordonian countryside fly by outside the train window, I still feel stung from last night. Next to me, Liam reads the news, and Max and Kai sit across from us. Kai still refuses to look at me, and I catch her glancing over at Drake and then at Liam a couple times. I just wish she would let me explain fully.
We all sit in peaceful quiet, Max chuckling a couple times at his phone. Of course, our peaceful atmosphere doesnât last. The door to our dining compartment slides open, and Leo strolls in. âAh, good morning all,â He grins, making us all look up.
âItâs twelve,â Liam says amusedly, still looking down at his newspaper. âAnd?â Leo asks, before sitting at a chair across from our booth, stretching fully on his seat. âSo are we excited to be starting this tour?â Leo quirks, watching all of us in his characteristic fox-like manner. Itâs... unsettling. âYeah, why wouldnât we be?â Maxwell asks, putting his phone down.
âOh, I donât know, maybe because you were all targeted at a ball by terrorists just a couple months ago?â Leo says sarcastically, making my stomach flip. I close my eyes for a moment, composing myself. A pang of pain shoots through my shoulder. I ignore it, knowing it's just psychological. Itâs not fun to be reminded of the worst night of my life.
âKai and I excluded of course,â Leo adds, sending her a quick wink, eliciting a roll of her eyes, visible annoyance flashing across her features. âWell, thanks for the reminder, but there isnât much we can do.â Liam sighs, tossing his newspaper on the table in front of us. He must have realized he wonât be able to read it in peace.
Smart.
âWhat do you mean, 'there isnât much you can do'? Alana is the Queen isnât she?â Leo asks, his eyes settling on me. I grit my teeth. âYes Leo, I am the queen. But Cordonia has always been peaceful. We donât have any enemies, at least that we know of, and the palaceâs task force is investigating it. There isnât anything else we can do,â I explain, making Leo pull a face.
âGod, a task force? No wonder nothing is getting done. What you need to do is take it into your own hands. Hell, weâll help you,â Leo says, taking me aback. âI donât know-â I start, but get cut off by Maxwellâs gasp.
I glance over in concern to see him looking down at his phone in shock.
âWhat?â Liam asks, and Max looks up at me hesitantly. âUhm. Something happened.â Max whispers, his voice quivering nervously.
My heart leaps in my chest. âItâs not another attack?â Drake asks from beside us, his sudden deep voice making me jump. Max shakes his head, turning the phone screen for me to see, his face crinkled with discomfort. I grab his phone my stomach falling. Itâs a tabloid article, with a picture of Tariq and me in my room at Applewood manor, a black rectangle edited in where my underwear-clad body should be. The way the photo is taken makes it seem like I wanted him there, making bile rise up my throat at the thought.
Liam leans over to take a look, his eyes widening. âSon of a bitch,â Drake curses from behind us. âLiam, I promise, thatâs not what happened,â I blurt out, my heart hammering loudly in my chest.
ââThou shall not commit adultery, something Queen Alana clearly doesnât believe. Affair with Tariq revealed the day Queen Alanaâs engagement tour starts.ââ Kai reads out, her eyes flicking up to meet mine. I gulp, knowing she probably believes it.
âAlana is right, Liam, I was there. Tariq broke into her room and tried to take advantage of her while she was changing. Luckily I was walking by and took care of him before he could touch her,â Drake explains, and I glance at Liam, my chest heaving with panic. Liam looks at me, and nods, relief flooding through my body.
âI believe you, donât worry babe. Iâm sorry you had to go through that,â Liam reassures me, holding my hand. I smile appreciatively. âIâm sorry too Al,â Maxwell says, and I nod my heart hammering.
God, this is just what I needed in my life. Another thing to go wrong.
âLook! Another example! Someone is after you Alana, and your âtask forceâ is not going to help you. We should all work together and find the motherfuckers doing this to you!â Leo exclaims, and Maxwell nods. âI agree, you donât deserve this,â Max chimes in, making me smile slightly.
I sigh, mulling over my options in my mind. Leo is partly right, our palace investigation has found close to nothing, it couldn't hurt to have more help, right?
"Oh okay, we may as well," I concede, to Leo and Maxâs happiness. My mind starts running a million miles a minute. While Leo and Maxwell start to discuss plans, Kai still looks over at me warily, making my heart sink. I havenât always been the stable and responsible one like her, but it breaks my heart that she turned her back on me so quickly before knowing all the information.
âYou in Kai?â Leo asks her, making her turn her head to look at him with a strange expression. âYes I suppose,â She agrees after a moment of thought, making me smile slightly in appreciation. âOkay, we need to figure out who took these photos. Thereâs no way they were legally allowed to be at the manor that time of night. They either formed the story themselves or were paid to do so,â Leo explains, surprising me slightly with his knowledge and seemingly instant readiness of the situation.
Maxwell scrolls down his phone, looking for the photographerâs name at the bottom of the article. âUh just hold on a sec... okay it looks like the photographer is named Minnie Godard. Can we find a way to track her on social media or something?â Maxwell asks, making us mumble in thought.
âNo need,â Leo says smoothly, causing us to turn to him in confusion. After a moment- âOf course.â Kai groans.
âWhat?â Maxwell asks. Leo grins wider as Kai sighs with exasperation.
âHe slept with her,â She groans in a disgusted tone. Leo nods. âDarling, you know me so well,â he grins. âDonât you dare call me darling, you pig.â she snaps back to him heatedly.
âCan we not fight please?â Liam asks, âLeo, can you contact her?âHe asks, turning to Leo, who nods, scrolling through his phone.
âWho knew? Having a man-whore on our team actually has its benefits,â Kai mutters, making Maxwell snicker.
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Drakeâs POV
Later that night I stand outside Alanaâs door on the train, waiting for her to finish getting dressed for the party tonight. I guess this makeshift 'team' be a good idea, but having all these civilians, noble civilians at that, trying to solve a national conspiracy seems very dangerous. But I donât think itâs possible to change their minds and the palace task force isnât getting anywhere. I just hope no one gets hurt again, especially Alana. I donât know what I would do if she was hurt.
âHey Drake, can you come in here?â Alanaâs muffled voice calls through her door. I slide it open to see her standing in front of her floor-length mirror, wearing a deep red gown, the beads on the plunging neckline sparkling in the low light. Soft vintage music plays in the background and I have to catch my breath for a moment. Itâs not an unusual habit of mine when Iâm around her. She is so undeniably gorgeous. As I take her in, I canât help but think about the last time we were alone in the spa. And the ways that I touched her, the sounds she made.
She has her back to me, her dress only partly zipped up, showing her bare back. âDo you mind?â She asks, looking back over her shoulder at me. I close the door behind me and silently nod before gently brushing her hair to the side which she holds in place. Vivid pictures of her underneath me last night flashes through my mind as I grasp the metal zipper and start to pull upwards.
I finish the zipper at the back of her neck, and she shudders as my fingers brush across her sensitive skin. She turns around and I notice we are suddenly very close as she gazes up at me. As I look down at her, I suddenly feel an overwhelming feeling of adoration. God, I love her. The dark specks in her eyes, her lightly freckled cheeks, and perfect lips. Her kind and ambitious soul, her incredible habit of making everyone around her fall in love, just...everything. She is everything. I bring my hand up to brush against her cheek as I take a moment to admire her. âeverything okay?â she whispers softly, her eyes searching mine, seemingly sparkling in the low light. I smile and nod. âI just- love you,â I respond honestly, making her smile, her eyes crinkling at the edges.
I suddenly feel very lucky that of all the people for her to love, she chose me. I can barely believe it. She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me into an embrace and my arms fall instinctively around her waist, pulling her body to mine. âI love you too,â Alana whispers to my ear, and I hug her tighter, a warmth spreading through my chest just from being close to her. A new song starts to play, Put Your Head on My Shoulder. I smile and pull away slightly before starting to dance slowly with her. She giggles softly, swaying along with me.
We dance slowly with each other. No fancy dance moves, no waltz. Just two people slowly swaying together, enjoying the few minutes alone.
âThis was one of my dadâs favorite songs,â I say after a while. I feel vulnerable opening up about my past, but I know itâs what Alana wants. She deserves to know me better. I feel her smile against my neck. âHe has very good taste,â She mumbles. I blink. âHad,â I correct her quietly. She stops. Then she pulls away to look at me. âYou lost your dad too?â She asks softly. I nod. Her eyes soften. And not in an âAw you poor pitiful thingâ way but in a âI understand your painâ way.
âLosing a parent is one of the hardest things that you can go through. Iâm glad we have each other,â Alana softly says, bringing her hand up to brush a strand of hair away from my face. âAlways,â I nod. She smiles wider, before pulling me back towards her and into our precious swaying. I tell her about how my parents used to dance in the kitchen late at night, often to this song. She laughs and tells me that they must have been much better than us, which may or may not be true. As the song start to wind down I spin her gently and then dip her down, making her giggle.
I hear a noise and look up, still holding Alana in the dip, to see Kai standing in the doorway staring at us. My stomach drops and I quickly bring Alana back up. Kai blinks at me with a shocked, surprised expression. I gape at her, not knowing what to say. She just looks at Alana for a second, a thoughtful look on her face. âThe cars are here to take us to the party,â Kai finally says flatly with a glance at me before leaving. I turn to Alana, my eyes wide.
She grimaces. âDonât worry, she already knows. Doesnât approve, but she knowsâ Alana exhales. I sigh. âThis isnât going to mess things up for you will it?â I question, worry eating at me. Her eyes soften. âI appreciate the concern Drake, but itâs okay.â she pauses, her eyes going slightly downcast. âBut, if only right?â she quietly asks. My heart twists in my chest. To hear her voice my deepest desire I have had since I met her, is hard. I tilt my head to the side, quietly looking down at her. I donât even know what to say.
âALANA!â Maxwell screams from down the hall, making both of us jump. âI guess we should get going,â Alana mumbles with a smile that doesnât seem to reach her eyes. I donât have the heart to respond, just wordlessly offering my arm for her to take. She takes a deep breath before slipping her arm into mine and walking out with me.
ââ
I follow Liam and Alana around the party as they greet all the foreign politicians, ambassadors, and occasionally, the press. The party is in an Italian hotel with massive windows. Through which the party-goers admire the old architecture of the city lit up as they discuss the politics of whatever country they lead. My heart steadily gets heavier the longer I endure their rehearsed conversations urging these nobles to attend the wedding and excusing the scandal as tabloid fake news that will soon be sorted out. The other nobles can relate, the tabloids constantly try to ruin their reputations. Eventually, they take a break by sitting down at a table with the rest of the group, Max, Kai, and Leo.
âOkay so Minnie is the one in that blue dress over there,â Leo says with a low voice, pointing to a redhead in the group of photographers permitted inside. âJust as hot as I remember,â Leo adds with a wink, making Kai scrunch her face in disgust. âYouâre a gross man, have I ever told you that?â She asks, and Leoâs grin grows wider as he leans in closer to her. âYes and I love it every time,â He says lowly, making her lean away from him in disdain, her eyes shooting daggers.
âHow about we figure out a plan?â Maxwell says, suddenly cutting in, clearly uncomfortable with the hostility. Leo finally looks away from Kai and looks at Maxwell. âWell, we need a way to get her separate from the photographers. I tried to message her, but she left me on read,â Leo says, ending in a quiet tone. Kai snorts. âServes you right,â She mutters under her breath.
âOkay well, how do we do that?â Liam asks Leo expectantly. Leo chews on his bottom lips for a second, deep in thought. As a new song starts to play and a new group of people starts to dance in the middle. Leo suddenly looks up with a mischievous smirk. âI know what to do. Kai, Iâm going to need your hand with this. Literally,â Leo says standing up and offering her his hand.
Kai scoffs. âNo! why would I do that?â She exclaims, clearly shocked that he would even consider her help. âKai. Seriously we need to do this, no matter how much you hate me. And I need a single yet eligible woman,â Leo adds, raising his eyebrows expectantly. Kai glances at Alana then looks back at Liam. âFine,â She mutters reluctantly, taking his hand.
Leo takes Kai to the dance floor and begins to waltz with her, eyeing the photographer all the while. The two of them seem to have a conversation, Kai only talking through her gritted teeth, clearly uncomfortable. I glance to my side and observe Alana watching Leo like a hawk, staring at his hands unflinchingly. I smile. Itâs interesting to see her role as a protective big sister.
I havenât seen that side of her. I want to see all of her, to know all the intricacies of her personality, her life, her emotions. I worry I will never be able to let myself get as close as I desperately hope. My eyes find Alana once again, a multitude of conflicting emotions flashing through me. I want her. God, I want her so badly I can barely tolerate it. But there are so many forces going against us. Itâs not fair, but if Iâm being honest, itâs just my luck that the woman Iâm in love with is the most unavailable person in the country.
When I look at her and think about us, I also feel overwhelming fear. Fear that the assassins will find a way to find her, that we wonât be able to figure out who is doing this soon enough, that I will lose Alana forever. I can live without being hers. But I cannot live with myself if she was hurt, especially if I could have stopped it.
No matter the situation, as her bodyguard I will always be responsible. A sudden realization settles in, making my mouth go dry and my heart stop. If I really want to be the best bodyguard I can possibly be for Alana, to truly be able to protect her, I have to let her go.
I canât continue this. No matter how strong these feelings are, the only way for me to be the best bodyguard for her is to be as emotionless and detached as possible. If Iâm too invested I can get distracted or sloppy and possibly allow something horrible to happen. I wonât allow it.
My eyes glance over her profile and I feel a sense of dread. How will I ever explain this to her? Every time I try to push her away, to keep her safe, she always fights back. I should have been stronger. I was so closed off in the beginning, why do I find that so hard now? Now that I got the taste of us, I don't know if I'm strong enough to let it go.
But I have to. For her.
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Oooooo Drake is back on his bullshit...But what else is new? lol
Anyways, hi again! idk if any of my old mutuals are active anymore but I missed you all! :) <3
Itâs been a WHILE since Iâve been on here, idk if anyone is gonna see this or even remembers me but i just wanted to express my gratitude for you all!! My writing on here was a bit rough BUT because of my wonderful mutuals, i kept writing and improving! it was my first experience in a community that supported my writing and genuinely was a wonderful time in my life đĽš
Iâm currently a writer in a different fandom and my fanfic is now one of the most popular in its niche on ao3 and wattpad (donât worry- my writing has gotten better I swear haha)
And I honestly donât think I wouldâve continued writing if it wasnât for the time I spent in this community!! iâve just finished my fanfic that hundreds of thousands of people (somehow) genuinely love. Itâs something iâm extremely proud of and itâs all due to you!! Thank you so much to those who supported me and if anyone does see this, i hope you are doing well! Iâll always remember how sweet and supportive this community was, ily đĽšđŤś
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- Thank you all for your support and I really do apologize for taking so long with this! You would think having all the time in the world because of Quarantine would make me write more⌠guess not lol. But in all seriousness, I have been going through serious writerâs block right now but I hope you guys like this part! I made it a little longer than usual for you guys ;) I canât wait to continue this story further! love you all <3 -
warning- there may or may not be some smut at the end hehe ;)
Blinking away sleep from my eyes, I sit up, stopping when I see Drake, sitting in a chair beside me, watching me with a soft look in his eyes. I blush slightly, feeling insecure having just woke up, knowing I look like a hot mess. âAh, good morning Princess,â Drake murmurs amusedly as I stretch my arms above my head before looking at him with a tired smile. âYou know Iâm Queen now, right?â I retort, my voice slightly hoarse, making him smirk. âTouchĂŠ,â He comments with a slight nod. I chuckle and start to remember last night, how I asked him to stay when something hits me. âHow long have you been awake?â I ask, curiosity getting the better of me. He couldnât have stayed awake the whole night, right?
He seems surprised at the question and takes a moment to think. âAbout 36 hours, why?â He asks nonchalantly, turning his head to the side. I choke. â36 hours? How are you alive??â I demand incredulously, my eyes wide, half in shock, half impressed. Drake chuckles, looking down. âFor a time when I serving the navy, I was trained to stay awake for 72 hours,â He explains, and Iâm taken aback yet again. âHow?â I ask, making him smile slightly, looking down. âItâs a sniperâs tactic traditionally, which helped them stay awake while watching or following a target for a long period of time,â He says, somewhat tentatively, âIt works by creating a fantasy or imagining a scenario which includes the target, to keep them attentive and focused at the task at hand.â Drake concludes. I nod along, thinking for a moment.
I glance up at him, my stomach suddenly fluttering. âSo you created a scenario about⌠me?â I ask softly, and his cheeks redden slightly. âY-yeah,â He admits. A grin spreads over my face. âDrakeâŚâ I start slowly, âwhatâs the fantasy?â I ask, my eyes flicking up to meet his. He brings his hand to scratch behind his neck, and his eyes shifting to the side. âWell-â Drakeâs cut off by aggressive pounding on my door, making me flinch, my heart stopping.
Drake is instantly on his feet. My eyes widen as I recognize the voice shouting through the door. âHey! Alana!! I know youâre in there! Open up!â. I laugh in shock, making Drake look at me, surprised. I clamber off my bed, rushing over to the door. âAlana you canât just-â Drake starts, coming after me, but I fling the door open to reveal someone who has been at university for the past four years, my sister. âKai!â I exclaim, throwing my arms around her, making her giggle, hugging me back. âAlana! god, itâs been too long!â She gushes, squeezing me tightly. I pull away to take a good look at her. I feel emotional as she smiles at me, looking so grown up. âWow, Kai, you look older than me! How is that possible?â I laugh, making her shrug playfully.
âItâs all the studying! I swear Iâve aged about thirty years just to get a damn Bachelorâs,â Kai chuckles, her eyes drifting over my shoulder. âOh! Kai, this is my bodyguard, Drake,â I say, turning so she can see him. She nods at him, and he does the same back.
I grab Kaiâs hand, dragging her inside. âCome in! We need to catch up.â I demand, marching her to my couch in the corner of the room. Drake walks to the door, motioning that he will be out in the hallway, and I nod with a smile.
âGah! Iâm so excited for you! I used to dream about this time when we were younger, thinking about you being Queen and engaged! Itâs so exciting!â She exclaims, her face bright. I force the best smile I can. If only she knew how complicated all of this is. âWell itâs not all perfect,â I start, but she cuts me off. âWell of course. You still have that Assassination situation, and Iâm sure the wedding planning is going to be crazy, but no matter what you need, Iâll be right here.â She implores, holding my hand.
A huge wave of gratitude washes over me and I smile with a sigh of relief. âThank you Kai, I really appreciate it. It also helps that you are way more educated than I am,â I say with a chuckle, and she just grins. âIâve always been the smarter one, I think you should learn to accept that,â She retorts cheekily, making me roll my eyes. âWhatever,â I chuckle.
The door opens after a gentle knock, Drake sticking his head in. âHey, Maxwellâs here-â and before he can finish his sentence, Max barges in, squealing with excitement when he sees Kai. Drake just rolls his eyes in annoyance, making me grin. I know he secretly loves it, although he will never admit that. âLittle K!â Maxwell exclaims, running over. Kai gets up excitedly, wrapping him in a hug.
We all catch up for a moment before Maxwell turns to me. âOh yeah! We have that barn-raising today, so you guys should probably get dressed.â Maxwell says, and I groan at my forgetfulness. âOh, I came just in time then!â Kai says excitedly.
âLetâs go catch up somewhere else and let my dear sister change in peace,â Kai says, grabbing Maxâs arm, and guiding him out. I wave after them with a chuckle as Max starts to fill her in on the past four years.
â-
Our car finally arrives at the small patch of farm where the building of the barn has already started. A crowd of nobles are helping construction workers lay down the foundation, clearly sweating on the warm summer day. The paparazzi are snapping photos here and there, while others wait in the shade for new nobles to arrive, ready to assault them with questions for their magazines and gossip columns.
Drake turns around in his seat, facing Kai and I. âAre you two ready?â He asks, and I nod. âYeah, I guess so,â Kai mumbles, seeming nervous. Itâs her first time being introduced to the press. Like me, she was hidden her whole childhood from Cordonia. It actually ended up helping her when she went to university in France, because no one knew who she was. Her intellectual success depended on her work, not her title. Iâm not surprised she is nervous, not too long ago it was my first time being in front of the press at the derby. God, that feels like a century ago.
Drake opens my door, holding his hand out. For a moment Iâm back to that day, and Drake is still here, holding his hand for me. If only things had changed. In the beginning, I had dreaded the inevitability having to be engaged and married to someone I didnât love, but after meeting Drake and slowly falling in love with him, the thought of being with someone else became painful to even consider. If only I was on the engagement tour with him as my fiancĂŠ, not as my bodyguard. I take his hand and step down, making eye contact with his beautiful deep eyes for a moment, before I look away, feeling loss as soon as my eyes leave his. He helps Kai down, and the three of us start down the dirt path to the barn, the hot summer wind already wrapping itself around me like a thick blanket. The paparazzi spot us, and the vultures descend. In seconds they are crowded around us, shouting and snapping pictures, blinding us with their flash.
âWho is this woman with you?â
âAlana! How are things with Liam?â
âHave you found the Assassins yet?â
âWho are you wearing?â
âOkay folks, back up!â Drake shouts, him and Kaiâs bodyguard creating a barrier between us and pushing them away. âCome on! Just one comment!â One reporter begs, and Drake looks over at me. I nod reluctantly in approval. âThe Queen will give a statement, so shut up and let her speak,â Drake says in a commanding voice and within seconds the paparazzi quiet down, eagerly holding out tape recorders towards us and positioning their cameras. I clear my throat nervously. âThank you all for uh, coming out today, I appreciate it. This is my younger sister, Princess Kai, she just graduated from University and will be accompanying me during the engagement tour,â I begin, my palms already starting to sweat. I am hopeless at public speaking. âWe, unfortunately, havenât found anything on the assassination yet, but we are working tirelessly to find out who orchestrated that horrible event. And Liam and I are doing well. Thank you,â I finish the statement to my incredible relief, already cringing at my choppy, awkward speech. The paparazzi only respond with more questions and Iâm about to leave when Kai stops me, her hand in my arm. âwait,â she whispers to me before turning to the paparazzi.
âHello, I wanted to make sure to personally introduce myself to you all. As my amazing sister said, I just graduated from University and I am so pleased to finally be home in Cordonia. It breaks my heart to be home at such a scary time, where the people and nobles alike are scared for their lives. But I assure you, as my sister said, we will work tirelessly until we find who is responsible. In the meantime, all we can do is help unite Cordonia, and remind people of love, kindness, and hope in this troubling time. Because that is what Liam and Alanaâs union stands for, the perseverance of our incredible country and the unity of our nation. Now, if you lovely people donât mind, we have a barn to build.â Kai finishes effortlessly with a firm nod, before looping her arm through mine and leading me toward the barn.
I stumble after her in shock. I open and close my mouth wordlessly. âWow. You are incredible at speaking- words-â I stutter, further proving my point of being helpless at speaking, making her laugh. âYeah well I learned a lot about diplomacy and public speaking at school, but to be honest its a second nature at this point,â She says simply. We are quiet for a moment, the only sound being the crunch of our shoes on the dirt.
After a moment, I break the comfortable silence. âYou reminded me of dad,â I say suddenly, making her stop, her eyes soft. âReally?â She asks, a hopeful smile on her face. I nod. âHe was always incredible at speaking, you know that,, I always admired him for it,â I mumble, a sadness falling over me. He died when I was eight, Kai was only five, but she still misses him just as much. I was always a daddyâs girl which made life after his death so much harder with my distant mother who only got worse as the years went by.
âHey, just because you arenât the best at public speaking doesnât mean you wonât be a great leader,â Kai reassures me, but I just snort. âLetâs hope so,â I say, making her laugh.
âAh, You must be the famous little sister!â A voice says, and we look over to see Liam and Leo walking up to us. Kai nods with a polite laugh. âThatâs me! You must be the fiancĂŠ!â She enthuses, and he nods with a grin. He kisses her hand respectfully, before turning to me. âHey babe,â He says sweetly, planting a kiss on my cheek. âHey,â I mumble, and instinctively my eyes immediately snap up to look at Drake, who is watching Liam closely, his eyes narrowed. I try to hide my smile as I look away and notice Leo approaching Kai.
âHello gorgeous,â Leo says with a bow, kissing Kaiâs outstretched knuckles. She squints her eyes at him for a moment, clearly looking him over with distaste. âI believe the term you were looking for is âYour Highnessâ,â Kai responds flatly, only making a smirk spread across Leoâs face. He nods. âOf course, Your Highness,â He says slyly, amusement in his eyes. Kai just rolls her eyes before turning to me.
âReady to raise a barn?â She asks. I chuckle and nod. All four of us, the bodyguards following, head over to the construction site and start hammering, lifting support beams, and painting wood strips.
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Kai and I paint the newly applied wooden slats of the barn side by side. We chat as we do so, filling each other in on all the gossip of the past four years. âMax finally asked Allie out? Iâm so happy for them!â Kai gushes, and I smile at the bittersweetness of the situation. Itâs great to have Kai back again, but itâs sad because we have missed out on so much of each otherâs lives.
âSo, I saw what happened between you and Leo,â I whisper tentatively, glancing over my shoulder to look at Leo, who was helping Liam hammer the support beams. Kai groans with a roll of her eyes. âUgh, do not get me started. I know all about his âbachelor lifestyleâ and how he treats women like disposable tissues. All the women at uni knew about him, and when I told them where I was from, all they could do was gush about him constantly. I donât get it. He flirts with anything that has two breasts and a vagina,â She scoffs, shaking her head, painting with a new sense of anger. I snicker at my usually composed sister. âSo you donât like him then?â I ask cheekily, making her look over at me with a dead-pan expression. âNo.â She says flatly, making me snicker more. At least we can agree on that.
A hand comes up suddenly, touching my shoulder gently. I jump, turning to see Liam. âHey babe, I think it would be a good idea to be doing some things together, you know, for publicity?â He says, glancing over at the paparazzi hanging around, snapping pictures here and there but looking quite restless. âOh, thatâs a good idea! Yeah, you guys should do that!â Kai nods, and I reluctantly smile. âYeah, letâs do it then,â I say with fake enthusiasm, before following him.
Liam and I start to do little things together like painting window panes, securing them to the walls, helping hoist materials to the roof, all the while, getting top-notch âcandidâ pictures for the paps. Eventually, a good amount of the press leaves, clearly getting all the photos needed. âWell, that was fun,â Liam comments, and I nod. We stand in an awkward silence before I speak. âYeah, I should probably get back to Kai, we have a lot to catch up on,â I say quickly, and Liam nods. I turn around, heading over to Kai before I look up and stop in my tracks.
My jaw drops as I spot Drake, shirtless, pulling on a rope to help maneuver a pretty big beam. My mouth feels dry as I observe the way the sun shines over him through the unfinished roof. Blinking dumbly, I watch his muscles shift in the midday sun, seemingly in slow motion, a sheen of sweat gleaming on his lean figure. âDamn. Thatâs your bodyguard?â Kai says beside me, snapping me out of my daze. I clear my throat, forcing myself to tear my eyes from his fit form. âUh- yeah. Heâs great.â I mumble, suddenly feeling really hot. âHey, do you reckon you guys got some good shots with Liam?â Kai asks, and I nod. âYeah- um, they should turn out great,â I say absentmindedly, grabbing a spare paintbrush and joining Kai at the wooden panels.âAre you alright?â Kai asks, looking at me with concern. I chuckle. âYes! Iâm just a bit hot after all this work! It doesnât help that it feels like 900 degrees outside,â I laugh, making Kai nod in agreement.
âI have a solution for that problem mâ ladyâs,â Maxwell says from behind us, slinging both of his arms over our shoulders. âAnd that is?â Kai asks with amusement, glancing over at Maxâs enthusiastic face. âWell, there is a certain spa not so far from here. If you ask me, itâs the perfect thing after all this hard labor,â Max says with a pair of pleading puppy dog eyes. I snort. âOkay Max, we can go,â I smile, making Max let out a cheer, before going to inform Liam and Leo. âI missed you guys,â Kai says with a sweet smile. âTrust me K, we missed you too,â I grin, my heart happy. Itâs nice to have family together like this again.
I sneak a peek back over my shoulder at Drake to see him shaking hands with one of the other construction workers, buttoning his shirt, his suit jacket resting on his shoulders.
In another world, I would be standing in front of him, finishing his buttons for him, straightening out his jacket, and planting a kiss on his lips to finish it off. Like an actual couple. I sigh, before going back to painting the barn.
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After a quick celebration for the now completed barn, Liam, Leo, Maxwell, Kai, and I head over to the spa, the sun starting to set and the world beginning to cool down, satisfied with the work we put in all afternoon. âIts actually way more satisfying than I thought, seeing our hard work being translated to an actual finished building!â Max enthuses. âAnd what âhard workâ did you do exactly? It almost seemed like every time I saw you, I think you were taking a âbreakââ Liam grins with feigned confusion. Maxwell mocks offense with a dramatic scoff and a delicate hand on his chest. âDear Liam, never have I been so offended! You just happened to see me between my bursts of intense labor,â Max dismisses, making the rest of us laugh.
âIâm pretty sure the person who did the hardest labor was Mr. Walker,â Kai starts, turning to a now surprised Drake, who was following us with the other bodyguard. âYou were helping pull a huge beam, most people would need two others to help with something that size,â Kai says, impressed. The rest of us turn to look at Drake for his answer. Clearly uncomfortable with all the eyes on him, he clears his throat. âOh, well I know a couple of the construction workers and they needed an extra pair of um- hands, so I helped out,â He says, averting eye contact. I smile at his stubborn humbleness. Itâs adorable.
âWell good job man, good to know the man working to protect my fiancĂŠ is a hard worker,â Liam says, clapping his shoulder. Drake just nods, his jaw clenching. As we continue our walk, I wonder if Liam is purposefully condescending towards Drake. It really seems like it.
Kai decides to join Max in his car to the spa, and Leo quickly follows. They encourage Liam and me to get some âalone timeâ by driving separately. Liam, Drake, and I reach my car, both men reaching to open the door for me at the same time, making them stop. They look at each other for a moment. âNo need to worry about that Drake, I can open the door for my fiancĂŠ,â Liam says, an edge to his voice. Drake glances over at me. I just nod, so Drake backs away. âOf course,â Drake says unenthusiastically, allowing Liam to open my door. I get in, and Liam follows, closing the door. Drake gets in the front with the driver, and we follow Maxwellâs car to the spa.
Liamâs hand feels foreign as it rests on my knee protectively. âYou look beautiful today Alana,â Liam says in my ear. I smile. âThank you, you look handsome, as usual,â I respond. His hand drifts from my knee to find my left hand, his thumb running over the surface of my decadent ring. I watch as he does so, the familiar feeling of guilt creeping up my throat. âI canât wait to marry you,â Liam mumbles softly. I glance over at him. He looks up at me with a smile. âM-me too,â I stutter, the guilt overpowering my heart manifesting into sadness. I hate doing this to him. Being engaged, making him think I love him when I fear that I never will. My eyes flick up to the rearview mirror to see Drake watching us. I quickly look away to the scenery outside the window, forcing myself to not let the tear thatâs threatening to fall show how broken my heart is.
In about ten minutes of silence, we arrive at the spa to my relief. Liam quickly opens our car door, getting out first, before Drake can even go to open it. Liam seems proud of himself as he holds the door open to me, his hand held out like Drakeâs usually is. Drake stands behind Liam, looking frustrated. I take Liamâs hand getting out of the car before brushing softly past Drake and meeting up with the rest of the group inside.
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We unwind in a private room, equipped with a hot tub, a cold plunge, and lounge chairs. Some of us go off at different times to get massages and facials, before coming back so we can all enjoy the room together. At some point, Maxwell shows off his baby hippo tattoo that I encouraged him to get one night when we were pretty drunk. Kai nearly falls off the lounge chair with laughter. I even catch Drake shaking his head slightly, a grin pulling at the corners of his mouth.
âGood idea on coming here buddy,â Liam comments, making Max smile with cocky satisfaction. He leans back, folding his hands behind his head cooly and stretching out fully on the lounge chair. âDonât worry about it, I just require that you continue to talk about how awesome and incredible this idea was for the rest of our lives, and how much you admire me,â Max shrugs confidently, making us roll our eyes.
âYeah, you get to be thrown into the plunge for that,â Leo concludes, making Liam nod in agreement.
âW-wait what?â Max asks, sitting up, his eyes wide. Leo and Liam suddenly grab him, making him squeal as they head over to the cold plunge. They throw him into the freezing water after a dramatic count to three, his high pitched scream cutting out as he is submerged underwater. Kai and I laugh as Leo and Liam nod, looking pleased with themselves until Max grabs their ankles, dragging them into the water, their expressions changing pretty quickly. Kai and I laugh even harder, clutching at our stomachs as the men surface, their hair stuck to the forehead with sour expressions on their faces.
âThatâs what you guys get for being jerks!â Kai shouts playfully. âOh sorry, would you like to join us?â Leo asks, turning his head to the side. âI think she does,â Maxwell confirms, as they get out, heading over to us. Kai gasps, getting up quickly. âNo! I hate the cold!â She exclaims with a grin, backing up. The boys suddenly start after her, making her shriek with laughter as she gets chased around the room. I grin, watching them. After they successfully get her in the plunge, Leo and Maxwell turn to me. âUnless you want to have the wrath of the Queen against you, I would suggest you back away,â I warn, making them glance at each other, before deciding its not worth it and backing away, starting a splashing war against Kai.
Liam gets out, heading over and sitting next to me. âHow are you feeling?â I ask cheekily as he wraps himself in his towel. âCold.â He says with a laugh, making me chuckle. âI can see that,â I say with amusement. âHey, want to join me in the sauna? The hot steam sounds very appealing right now,â Liam chuckles. âYeah, sure,â I say, getting up. We head down a hallway, the sauna just behind a marked door on the left.
Liam turns around, and he sighs. âWalker, itâs not necessary for you to follow us everywhere we go,â He says, making me turn to see Drake standing behind us, his eyes narrowed at Liam. âIt is my job to protect her,â Drake says sternly, holding his ground. âNot for long. Last time I checked, thatâs a husbandâs job,â Liam snarls, inching towards Drake. âIâm sorry, last time I checked, you two are only engaged,â Drake responds, inching towards Liam as well, his fists balled. I widen my eyes, stepping between them. âFirst of all, I donât need anyone to protect me okay? And I especially donât need you two fighting over protecting me like Iâm a child. Drake, thank you for your concern, but we will be okay. Liam, Drake is just trying to do his job, and I need you to respect that,â I lecture them. Drake nods, looking down. Liam backs up, looking embarrassed. âGod,â I swear under my breath, shaking my head and walking into the sauna.
Liam and I sit on the wooden seats, enjoying the hot steam enveloping us. I lean back, closing my eyes. I feel my muscles finally relaxing, the stress and soreness from building the barn starting to dissipate.
I open my eyes to Drake kissing my neck, his stubble scratching over my sensitive skin, making me gasp slightly. âShh, itâs alright, Iâm going to make you feel good princess,â He whispers hoarsely in my ear, making me moan breathily, goosebumps rising all over my arms. His hands are running slowly up and down my bare back, his mouth moving down my body. I run my hands through his soft hair, tugging slightly, earning a throaty groan from him. I watch him as his mouth gets lower and lower-
âAlana! I think you fell asleep,â Liam says beside me, gently shaking my shoulder. I jump slightly, looking over to see Liam sitting next to me, watching me with a concerned look. I chuckle, bringing my hand to my forehead, feeling embarrassed. âSorry! I had no idea I fell asleep,â I say sheepishly, my cheeks burning as I sit up straight. My face feels really hot, I just canât tell if itâs from the steam or the dream. Liam chuckles. âYou seemed like you were having an interesting dream,â He says, making me nod with a gulp. âYeah, I uh, donât remember it, you know how dreams can be,â I stutter. He just nods in agreement. âHey, lets head out, Iâm feeling a little light-headed,â I say quickly, getting up.
As we open the door, the cool refreshing air washes over us. Drake turns around to face us, making butterflies flutter in my stomach as we make eye contact. All I can think about is the dream, the way he was feeling me. âYo Liam! come over here!â Leo shouts from the main room. Liam shoots me a smile before walking over the group. I stay behind, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, glancing over at Drake, suddenly feeling nervous around him.
He slightly furrows his brow. âAre you okay?â He questions, glancing over me. I gulp, with a nervous nod. âY-yeah, Iâm fine, I just fell asleep in there and feel a little light-headed,â I mutter, shifting on my feet. Drake watches me for a minute.
âYouâre acting strange,â He states, making me scoff. âMe? I- am not acting strange,â I say, trying to sound casual. Drake leans in, his eyes roaming my face as I stare back at him, my heart pounding. âDid- Did you have a hot dream about me?â He asks a grin pulling at the corner of his mouth.
My mind goes blank on defenses, making Drakeâs grin grow wider. âYou did didnât you?â He asks a look of astonishment on his face. My face gets even hotter, only being able to stutter in response.
Drake glances down the hallway, then back at me, before grabbing the back of my neck, pulling my lips to his. I gasp against him, kissing him back. He suddenly breaks off the kiss, making me sigh in defeat. not again. I glance back up at him, waiting for the usual excuses he tells like âthis isnât rightâ or âyouâre engagedâ, but he doesnât say anything, just stares down at me.
He grabs my hand and swiftly drags me into the bathroom on the other side of the hall, locking the door behind me. I blink up at him with wide eyes, waiting for him to say something. He just pushes me up against the closed door, kissing me again, rougher this time. Oh. I kiss him back hungrily, basking in this feeling with him, the way his large hands are tugging me closer against his frame, how his lips move in sync with mine. He breaks the kiss, his mouth right beside my ear, his warm breath fanning across my cheeks. âI hate seeing you with him,â He murmurs lowly, making me gulp at his deep voice, arousal shooting up my body. âmhmm, why is that?â I ask coyly. âbecause youâre mine,â Drake snarls with a protective squeeze, making goosebumps rise on my arms. I lean back so we are face to face. He stares at me for a moment, his pupils blown. âprove it,â I whisper slowly. His gaze becomes determined and he deftly moves his hands to roughly grab just below my ass, hoisting me up. My legs wrap around him instinctively, biting my lip at the feeling of his hands digging into my thighs and the cool wall against my back.
His lips find mine once again, quickly and with purpose. I start kissing him back, a sound of surprise erupting from the back of my throat as I feel one of his hands move to the inside of my thigh, making my stomach flip. âIs this okay?â He breathes slowly and I gulp before nodding rapidly, my heart suddenly hammering with anticipation. He smirks and his fingers reach my core, making me gasp, heat flickering up my abdomen. I feel a rush of adrenaline shooting through my veins as I realize whatâs happening. I groan as his fingers move expertly between my legs, making my toes curl in pleasure, the knot in my stomach growing. I squeeze my thighs around his waist to garner more friction, moaning at the feeling of his touch. âyou like that princess?â He growls, his voice deep. I nod with a soft moan as I throw my head back, making Drake take the opportunity to kiss the sensitive skin under my jaw, the various sensations overwhelming my senses. His fingers start to move in tantalizing circles around my clit, making me whimper in pleasure, grinding down on his hand. I can barely keep still, overcome with the intoxicating feeling of being with Drake.
The knot builds and builds until my chest is heaving as Drake continues to touch me, and in a second, the knot comes undone and I chew my lip to stop myself from crying out as I finish, seeing stars. Drake gently helps me on my feet as I try to catch my breath, my knees weak. âI- wow,â I pant, earning a slight chuckle from Drake. For some reason, I feel embarrassed, but when I look up to see the way he is looking at me, all of the apprehension vanishes.
He gently raises my chin, gazing softly down at me. âI cherish you, more than he ever canâ He murmurs, making me fall for him even more, something I didnât imagine was possible. I smile back up at him, looking into his sincere eyes.
âI only have eyes for you Walker, you know thatâ
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end of part 2 :)
I hope you guys liked It! Iâm sorry if the smut is bad, I havenât written in so long and Iâm still not very good at writing it haha! sorry again for how long this took
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(really bad) summary: TRR AU where MC (Alana Rhys) is the now queen of Cordonia, and Liam was part of the suitors in line to marry her. Drake Walker is Alanaâs personal bodyguard, and as the season goes on, their feelings for each other only get stronger. After an assassination attempt during the coronation ball, Alanaâs mother announces without her consent that she will marry Liam, to both Drake and Alanaâs dismay. This season is dedicated to Alanaâs and Liams engagement tour, and what will happen as it goes on
These past few months have been difficult, Iâm not going to lie. Iâve spent the majority of my time living in the Beaumont manor, recovering my shoulder and having well deserved space from my mother. Luckily the interactions I have had with Liam have been brief, I canât bring myself to act like Iâm in love with him because he thinks I actually chose him and I donât have the balls to tell him he wasnât my choice. No one knows that it was my motherâs decision and Iâm in love with my former bodyguard. The perfect Queen huh?
I havenât seen Drake since the incident. It was so perfect for that short span of time where he loved me back and we were finally together. But that changed... thanks to my mother. My memory is still hazy due to the pain medication and all I remember is the incident on tv, falling asleep at one point with Drake by my side, and waking up and he was gone. My mom said he just up and left.Â
I donât blame him if Iâm being honest. Who would want to be with this train wreck? I sigh, running my hands through my dirty hair. I know itâs pathetic, but I havenât really been taking care of myself recently. I started getting night terrors, every time Iâm in that ballroom, my friends and family being slaughtered around me, time and time again and I canât do anything to help them. Maxwell always wakes me up with a hug, holding me as I sob in his arms.
We still havenât found who orchestrated the assassination attempt. Itâs not easy when your country is relatively peaceful with very few enemies.
I trace my fingers over my scar on my shoulder. My doctor said it could take up to a year to function normally again. Thank god itâs not fatal, but the psychological toll hasnât been easy. I canât help this horrible feeling of guilt every time I think about the ball. They were there to kill me, and harmed my friends to get there. Who knows what else they will do to get to me or my friends the second time?
I let out a breath shakily, looking out the window. Theres no point thinking like that. Thatâs all I have been doing, stressing over things I canât control.Â
All I know is that the engagement tour is starting tonight, and I have to speak to people again. I have to spend time with Liam, try to pretend to be in love, try to pretend that Iâm not falling apart. I have to do this without Drake by my side. A horrible feeling pangs in my stomach anytime I think about him. I lost the one person I have ever felt this way about and maybe its a good thing. It wasnât fair to him, our whole relationship- if you could call it that.Â
I eventually drag myself into a well-needed shower, letting the hot water melt away the tension in my back. I donât have a choice anymore, all I can do is try to do my best tonight. Thatâs all I can do.
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I wake up, and immediately look to my left. Drake isnât there. I frown, sitting up in my uncomfortable hospital bed, ignoring the pain in my shoulder and looking around. âDrake?â I ask, hoping heâs just in the other room. The door opens and my mom walks in, looking somber. A wave of anger flows over my body as I remember what she did. âWhere is he.â I demand, my chest tight. She looks at me for a moment, not saying anything. âWhere. is. he.â I demand harshly, making her sigh as I stare at her, my heart pounding.
âI didnât want to tell you this way, but heâs gone.â My mother says much too simply, her everlasting sense of disapproval emulating from her gaze. Tears spring to my eyes as I digest what she said. âG-Gone?â I ask, swallowing thickly. My mother nods, walking over and sitting delicately on my bed. âOnce you had fallen asleep, He left the room. I tried to ask him where he was going but he just said âI canât do it anymoreâ and walked away without a second glance.â She explains, making my heart break. Tears pool and spill onto my cheeks. I look down at my blurry hands which have began shaking.
âIâm so sorry honey,â My mother says, trying to hold my hand. I yank it away from her, fuming. âDonât touch me.â I grit through my teeth, my conflicting feelings of anger, abandonment, loss, and love waging a war inside of me. âI canât believe you! how could you do this to my life? Leave! please,â I beg, my voice shaking embarrassingly. My mother closes her mouth, pressing her lips together. âSo be it.â She says, monotone. She gets up, and walks out the door.
I fall back against my pillow, tears pouring out of my eyes.
Heâs gone.
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I brush my now soft, clean hair, and watch as it falls gently on my shoulders. My baby pink dress is form fitting, the straps thick enough to hide the scar on my shoulder. Out of sight, out of mind, right?
Not sure if thatâs really true, because I havenât seen Drake in six months but... he is not out of my mind. It hurts more knowing that he probably doesnât even care about me, especially since he walked out when it got rough and has probably moved on when all i do is think about him.
I watch my door open in the reflection of my mirror, my mother walking in. âYou clean up well hon,â My mother says, her hopeful smile on that face. She has been trying really hard to make it up to me. âThanks,â I say quietly, looking down at my clasped hands, my heavy, expensive ring on my left hand. The ornate gold ring pairs with a large crystal clear diamond, surrounded by smaller diamonds in a teardrop shape. Its beautiful, but feels foreign. Liam brought it to me in the hospital a couple weeks after Drake left. My mother was watching carefully as I smiled and accepted the ring, giving Liam a kiss in thanks. The next day, a picture of me in my hospital bed and Liam presenting his ring to me was all over the gossip news and magazines. My mother pretended to be outraged but I knew she set it up. Sheâs a smart diplomat, Iâll give her that. She always knows what sheâs doing.
âTonightâs the big night! Your first event as Queen!â My mother says enthusiastically, and I nod absentmindedly, fiddling with the ring. I havenât worn it since the day in the hospital, and itâs just been sitting on my bedside table, collecting dust and eating away at my stomach. My mother sighs. âWhy canât you be happy? Will you ever forgive me?â She asks, and I look up at her in the mirror, my expression unchanged. âIâve told you many times how you could earn my forgiveness and respect back.â I say, referencing a past conversation we had, keeping my voice flat and even. My mother purses her lips. âWell then. Iâll see you tonight at the party. Stay presentable,â My mother orders, before swiftly turning away, stalking out the door. I scoff, shaking my head.
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(Drakeâs p.o.v)
I clench my jaw, punching the bag in front of me repeatedly. All my anger, regret, and frustration pouring out as I beat the punching bag, making it shake violently back and forth, itâs chain groaning.
I eventually stop, breathing heavily. I sigh, wiping the sheen of sweat off my forehead. All I can think about is her. As pathetic as that is. âYou okay man?â the gym manager, Greg, asks. I nod, without looking up. âYeah thanks, Iâm fine,â I breathe, sitting down on the bench behind me, looking down as I unwrap my knuckles.
For a brief moment Iâm back in that room, watching as she treats my fresh wounds, the light from the windows softly framing her beautiful face, whiskey flowing through my veins because that was the only way I could attempt to calm my nerves, being so close to her. I sigh, trying to push her from my mind.
She doesnât want you anymore.Â
âHey uh, someoneâs here to see you,â Greg says, his tone shifted. I look up in confusion and see Alanaâs mother standing behind him, clearly uncomfortable in the dingy gym. I stand up quickly, suddenly feeing self conscious about my sweaty gym clothes.
Greg senses the tension and tentatively walks away, giving us a strange look. I guess itâs not every day that one of his patrons is visited by the recently former Queen. I look back at Regina, anger building back up within me. âHow can I help you, Your Majesty?â I ask turning my head to the side, my nose flaring angrily. She blinks. âI deserve that,â she admits, looking down at the dingy floor. âI came here with a proposition for you,â She says, looking back up at me, making me furrow my brow in confusion.
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(Alanaâs p.o.v)
âYou got this Al, I know you do.â Maxwell reassures me, his eyes kind. I smile, âThanks Max,â I say, taking a deep breath. âI know youâve had a tough couple months, but you may as well try to have a good time tonight,â Maxwell says, and I nod. We start to walk out of my room and down the hall, Maxwellâs arm slung around my shoulders. âWe can get drunk just like old times,â Maxwell laughs in my ear, making me laugh. âOh those were the days,â I sigh contently, my good friend making me smile.
We laugh as we make our way to the main entryway, separating as we walk down the stairs. I look up at the sound of the front doors opening and stop in my tracks. In walks in my mother and...Drake?
A wall of emotion hits me so hard, I feel as though I could fall over. The man I love, the man I swear to at night, the man who broke my heart, standing just a few feet away from me, in a frustratingly handsome navy suit, avoiding my eye contact.
âI got your bodyguard back, now, letâs leave before we are late to your engagement party,â My mother says, a satisfied smile on her face. I snap back to reality, nodding wordlessly. I walk down the stairs, not being able to look Drake in the eyes. As I pass him through the doorway, I feel his hand on my lower back, guiding me through. Chills spread over my arms and I keep walking, my face burning in embarrassment. I feel like a spoiled child whose parent forced some child to be my friend. I canât believe she remembered.
Five months ago my mother asked how she could earn my forgiveness, and I simply said âbring him backâ.
I step into the back of our black SUV, Maxwell following behind me. My mother gets into her own car with her bodyguard, and Drake sits up front with the driver. I can feel Maxâs gaze on mine, but I donât look at him, my stomach fluttering unpleasantly. Iâm not eager to see the expression of my good friendâs face. Iâm torn between being overjoyed that the man I love is so close to me again, and angry because that same man broke my heart six months ago. How can he just sit there, no emotion, after what he did? How much is my mother paying him? I cringe, looking out the window, waiting until we arrive.
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Our cars pull up onto the gravel drive, the Amaranth Manor glittering in the warm night. Home to one of the Cordonia most notable noble family, their daughter being Madeline. I only met on her on a couple of occasions- sheâs... not my taste.Â
The cars roll to a stop just in front of the large doors, my nerves fluttering. I havenât been in public like this in so long. My car door opens, and for the fist time in six months, I make direct eye contact with Drake. Just like that, all my reservations and cautiousness is out the window, replaced with the familiar feeling of overwhelming love and longing for Drake. A feeling Iâve tried to ignore for these past months that I just canât hold it back anymore.
I get lost in those warm, brown, beautiful eyes, butterflies erupting in my stomach. I force myself to look away, gulping nervously. I take a deep breath, take his hand, and step down off the SUV. The manor is lit up with warm lights, music playing loudly through the french doors which are open wide for the warm summer air. I look over and see two men waiting for me one of whom is Liam, the other, I donât recognize. Liam grins, walking over and enveloping me in an embrace. I smile, hugging him back. He kisses my cheek as he pulls away, his eyes twinkling in the moonlight. âSo nice to see you again babe,â He says, and I grin. âYes it is,â I smile. Liam turns, gesturing for the other man to walk over.
âThis is my brother, Leo. Heâs joining us on our tour,â Liam explains. âAh, so nice to meet you!â I exclaim, holding out my hand. Leo takes it, placing a kiss on my knuckles. âItâs my pleasure Your Majesty,â Leo says in a smooth voice. I smile politely, and we head over to the entrance. I glance over my shoulder, spotting Maxwell throwing his arm over Liam, talking pleasantly with his friend, and Drake, following behind.
We enter the main ballroom, where many of the suitors form last season are, now with women of nobility. I feel slightly intimidated as we walk in, and they go nearly quiet. We are announced and the voices start up again, louder this time. Liam and I start getting bombarded by nobles, ready to congratulate us on our engagement. We maneuver through the party, my jeweled hand resting on Liamâs arm, in clear view. Drake trails behind us, but I try not to think or look at him, not sure how I will react. I get many compliments on my ring from noble women, many of whom will be my bridesmaids, even though I barely know any of them.
Hours into the party and a couple noble women stand out, like the extremely nice woman Hana Lee, the bubbly Penelope Ebrim, the cultured french woman Kiara Theron, and of course, Madeline. âStep-Cousin! So nice to see you,â Madeline says in a hard-to-tell but definitely fake smile. âLovely to see you as well! Thank you for hosting,â I smile back. She studies me for a moment, before turning to Liam. âLiam. Itâs been a while, you look well,â Madeline says, a slight blush forming on her cheeks. âYou too Madeline,â Liam grins. She looks at him for a moment, before turning to me.
âLooking forward to the wedding? I bet it will be just lovely,â Madeline says, an edge to her voice. What is her problem? âYeah definitely! Um- would you two excuse me for a moment? I think I just need some fresh air,â I say, and they both nod. âAre you okay?â Liam asks quietly, his hand on my forearm. I nod with a smile, gently releasing myself from his grip. âYes! Iâll be right back,â I say cheerfully, kissing his cheek quickly, before turning and making my way through the ballroom and out one of the open doors, into the secluded garden. I walk for a bit in the quiet, until Iâm far enough to be out of sight from the party, and sit down on a stone bench outside. I sigh, a feeling of relief washing over me, happy to finally be alone again.
I honestly forgot the stress of being a noble - and now Iâm Queen. god, what have I gotten myself into?
I suddenly hear a branch break, and whip my head to see Drake, standing just a bit away from me. I sigh. âWhy did you follow me?â I ask, feeling an overwhelming sense of exhaustion from the situation. He sighs. âIâm just trying to do my job.â Drake says, shifting uncomfortably. I nod slightly, looking down.
After a moment, Drake talks again, âI donât know why you wanted me back as your bodyguard, you seemed like you were done with us.â He says quietly. I scoff, standing up indignantly, facing him. âExcuse me? I was the one who was done? Last time I checked, you were the one who walked out,â I say angrily, glad I walked far enough from the crowded party to have privacy.
Drake looks at me, clear confusion in his face. âYou didnât want me with you. Your mother made me leave when- when it happened. After you fell asleep she told me that you were done with us, that you couldnât take it anymore. You forced me out of your life, I didnât walk out.â Drake explains, his annoyingly calm voice just making me more confused.
âBut my mom told me...â I stop, my heart pounding. I look up at Drake, who is staring back at me, his eyes wide. It starts to click. Why did I just trust what my mom said after what she did? His Adamâs apple bobs up and back down. âYou didnât want me to leave did you?â He asks quietly. I shake my head. âYou didnât give up on me?â I ask, gulping. He nears me. âNo. never. You have no idea how much I fought. I was at the hospital every day, trying to find a way to see you, to change your mind. Eventually they threatened me with arrest. The next day, you were moved to another hospital. I kept trying, I didnât stop, as much as I probably should have. You have no idea how many stupid gossip magazines I bought just to get any information about you, to see if you were okay,â Drake says with a chuckle, making me snort at the picture of Drake buying gossip magazines, my stomach fluttering with happiness. He didnât give up on us.
We look at each other for a moment, just staring. âI missed you,â I say softly, my voice cracking. Something breaks within Drake and he pulls me towards him, embracing me tightly. I sigh, melting into his familiar arms, clinging onto his shoulders. He buries his face into my neck, making me sigh with content. Something I havenât felt for months. I curl my fingers in his hair, pulling gently. After a moment, he pulls away from the embrace, his eyes scanning my face.
In a second, our lips are connected. Itâs hesitant at first, still unsure, our mutual feelings of hurt still lingering between us. I let out a small moan, the feeling of his lips on mine intoxicating after months of feeling nothing. I clearly did something right, because Drake groans, pulling me closer than imagined, his hands roaming up and down my sides. All these months of to re-living our kisses in the middle of the night could not have prepared me for how I feel in this moment. My heart soaring, my nerves on fire, wanting- no begging- for more contact.Â
Once my lungs are burning for air, we break apart, breathing heavily. âGod, I missed you too,â Drake says, his voice an octave lower than usual, making my heart swoop into my stomach. God, how does he have such an impact on me? Just his deep voice makes me want to jump his bones. I gulp, looking up at him. âWhat now?â I ask, and he looks down. âHonestly? Iâm not sure,â He says quietly.
I bring my hand up, caressing his cheek, making him look up at me. He blinks, looking deeply into my eyes. âAll I know is that I canât lose you again. Iâm not sure how Iâm going to deal with this engagement situation, but I will never give up on us.â I say with every fiber in my being, hoping he understands my sincerity. He nods, a strange look in his eyes. Before I can question him, my phone goes off. I look down to see a text from Liam, asking me where I am.
I sigh, a feeling of guilt creeping up on me. Just because I donât want to be with Liam doesnât mean I want to hurt him. âWhat is it?â Drake asks, and I sigh. âI have to get back in there, as much as I wish I could stay out here with you,â I say, longing to stay forever with Drake, never having to leave his side again. His face falls slightly, before he smiles. âHey, at least we figured this out. It was hard thinking that you didnât want me for six months,â Drake says, making me smile. âYeah, Iâm glad we figured this out,â I say, and He looks at me for a moment, before swooping in, giving me a sweet kiss. I happily kiss back, before we both pull away.
âTime to go back in I guess,â I say, and He nods. We walk through the garden, back into the crowded party, my stomach still fluttering with butterflies after that kiss. Drake stays a good distance behind me, which is probably smart because if I could, I would never stop trying to touch or kiss him, which would be a bit concerning for the nobles, as they are at the engagement party for me and a different man. Leo, Liamâs brother pulls me aside gently. âOh hi Leo,â I say, and he looks at me for a moment. âDid you enjoy your breath of fresh air?â He asks, making my stomach drop. He didnât see did he? âYeah, sometimes parties like this are suffocating and I just need a break,â I say, keeping my voice level.
Leo studies me for a mother moment, a sly smirk creeping onto his face. âhmm, I like you,â He says in a thoughtful way as I smile back, my heart pounding. Did he see me and Drake? âThank you, Iâm glad my future brother in law approves,â I say with a slightly nervous chuckle. I canât figure Leo out, is he threatening me?
 âHey whatâs up babe?â Liam asks, coming over to us, sliding a hand around my waist. I glance over to see Drake staring daggers at Liamâs hand. Funny how things never change. It makes me blush knowing Drake is protective over me. âOh, nothing, just talking to your lovely brother,â I smile, clearly making Liam happy. âIâm glad! You two are very important to me,â He says, and we start a perfectly pleasant conversation.
The night moves on, we dance for a while, eat some appetizers, drink some champagne and before I know it, the party is over. I say goodbye to Liam, making my way to my assigned room away from him, which may have been orchestrated by my step-cousin, little does she know thatâs my ideal scenario. Honestly she can try to steal Liam away, Iâm not going to stop her.
Drake and I stop outside my door. âI guess I should try to get some sleep,â I say, and he nods. My tongue darts out to wet my lips nervously. âDo you want to come in?â I ask, my stomach bubbling with nerves. Drake looks down at me, a heat in his eyes. âI really shouldnât Alana,â He says, and I nod. I bite my lip, thinking about how out-of-hand we could get. Probably not the best idea. âOkay then, goodnight,â I say, giving him a quick hug. He hugs back, kissing my cheek lightly, making my face heat up. He makes me feel like a schoolgirl, blushing over my crush kissing my cheek. So stupid. âGoodnight Your Highness,â he whispers, making me take in a sharp breath. He is really making this hard for me.
He releases me from the hug, leaning back, a satisfied grin on his face. I huff. âG-Goodnight,â I say, turning and going into my room, the stupid blush never leaving my face.
I change out of my dress and into pajamas and flop onto my bed, thinking about earlier. Iâm so frustrated that I actually believed my manipulative mother for so long. I feel like I betrayed him by believing her, but he believed her too I guess. I stare at the pale blue ceiling above me, thinking about the kiss. God, the way he pulled me closer. He has to know what he does to me. Itâs honestly unfair at this point.
I naw at my bottom lip, butterflies fluttering inside me. I glance over to the door and see the edge of his shadow outside my door. My heart warms at the thought of being so close to him again. Before long, I drift off to sleep.
â-
I glance around, watching as everyone dances. The warm lights glow pleasantly, the music muffled, but nice. I smile as I see Max and Allie together, laughing. A feeling of warmth radiates through my body. I glance over and see Drake, smiling over at me. A strange feeling of familiarity falls over me slowly. Wait... This is the coronation ball, oh no.Suddenly, the warm lights go out. The ball is dark and suddenly a horrible cold feeling washes over me. I know whatâs coming. No! I have to warn them! I try to scream, try to warn everyone to get down, but nothing will come out. I look down and see myself chained to a post, and feel the duck tape on my mouth.
The lights turn on again, and the assassins donât hesitate opening fire on everyone. I scream as their bodies fall over, fighting with everything in me to be free, to help them. One near me turns, and aims and Drake. âNo!â I try to say, nothing coming out. Drake just looks over at me in fear and then the assassin shoots him, making him collapse. I scream, thrashing against the binds, and suddenly, Iâm in my room, and Drake is by my side, holding onto my shoulders, clearly concerned. I let out the largest sigh of relief, throwing my arms around him tightly. Tears fall out of my eyes and my shoulders shake as I sob in his arms. He holds me tightly, His body warmth calming me down. He just keeps whispering softly âitâs okay, youâll be alright,â as I cry.Â
As soon as I start to calm down, I let go of my death grip on him, leaning back. âAre you alright?â He asks, deeply concerned. I sigh, calming my nerves. âY-yes, I am now. Sorry since the ball Iâve had these horrible dreams...â I trail off, stopping before I cry again. He reaches out, brushing my hair from my face. âItâs okay, you donât need to apologize to me, I know nightmares better than anyone,â He says, and I nod, remembering that night when I found him in his bed, screaming in his sleep. âI had no idea you had them now,â He says sadly, looking into my eyes. âYeah, um- if Iâm being honest, Iâve been a hot mess since the ball and then my âsurprise engagementâ,â I say bitterly, fumbling with my hands in my lap.Â
Drake rests his hand on mine, making me stop, looking up at him. âThat makes two of us,â He says gently. My heart breaks thinking about Drake being just as heart-broken as me. âAt least weâre in this together, right?â I say, and he nods, a small smile on his face. âAlways.â
He stays by my side until I fall asleep.
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Iâm back! I know thereâs a lot of crazy thing going on in the world right now which is horrible, but hopefully it will bring change with it! How did you guys like the first part? I love to hear your feedback ;) Thank you all for your support over the years now (crazy!) for this fic! Itâs honesty hard for me to read earlier chapters, I feel like Iâve changed so much since the beginning haha. Anyway, I know this wasnât the best part, but there are so many more exciting things I have planned! Again, thank you all for your support, if it wasnât for all your kind words I would not have gotten so far! Love you all!Â
Teachers AU {finished} - this is one of my favorites, I only wish I took my time with it, so it wasn't so rushed :/ still a fav though! Its an AU where the TRR cast are all teachers.
-part one
-part two
-part three
-part four
-part five
You Opened My Eyes- fake relationship fic {finished} - pretty good AU in my opinion, iâm a sucker for fake relationships hehe. Lifelong friends, MC and Drake have to pretend to be in a relationship over the holidays.
-part one
-part two
-part three
-part four
The Non-Royal Romance - season two coming in June - this is my biggest series, basically TRR but MC is the âLiamâ of the story and her love interest is her bodyguard, Drake ;)Â
season 1 {finished}
-part one
-part two
-part three
-part four
-part five
-part six
-part sevenÂ
-part eight
-part nine
-part ten
Season 2 {unfinished} - coming in June!!
-trailer
The Line {unfinished} - Small series I havenât worked on in a while inspired by Gilmore Girls where MC runs from her past life with her daughter and her best âfriendâ Drake, when her ex unexpectedly moves in next door.Â
What I want to do to you- NSFW fic in Drakeâs point of view of Liamâs bachelor party in Paris with some extra spice :)))) one of my favs
For who you are- this was actually my first fic! Basically a fluff peice between Drake and MC, just trying to have a real conversation between them (part two is here, its the NSFW part lol)
Party crashers Iâm guessing?- AU where the whole gang is in college. MC and Maxwell try to crash into a college party and someone gets in their wayâŚ
Donât you dare- fic full of angst baby. Really my only angsty piece, I mean Iâm a pretty fluffy person. Liam reaches his boiling point after Drake and MC announce their engagement and it gets pretty intense lol
Why does daddy call you that?- speaking of fluff, this is just full of fluff, including Drake being a cute dad and itâs not very long, but Iâm still proud of it :)
Fuck off, sheâs mine now- AU where MCâs ex shows up and wants to get her back, but just needs to get through drake first ;)
Hey sis!- short but hot little fic/crossover where MC is calling her sister (MC from PM) and Drake tries to get her attention
April Fools!- MC plans a joke on her soon to be husband, but it doesnât end up as she suspects (nfsw)
I said no, Drake- fic of the balcony scene in book 2, in Drakes pov, after MC rejects Liamâs proposal.
Hey guys! So I did something... I kind of decided out of nowhere that I really wanted to make a fic trailer for season two so I did! Some of it is kind of silly and I feel like it drags on a bit but I worked really hard on it and it was difficult to get it from my software to Tumblr so Iâm not going to risk it đ Iâve watched it about seventy times while editing it and when I went over it and at this point I can barely tell if itâs good or not đ I just hope you guys find it entertaining because it was actually a lot harder than I thought! Love you all and hope youâre well!
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This is a pretty long part to make up for the shorter ones and boy is it a big one! I hope you guys like it and I have important info at the bottom! Also pls donât hate me đ
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My dance partner twirls me around the dance floor, in sync with the rest of crowd as we perform the Cordonian Waltz. He spins me out gracefully, then pulls me back in. I was too distracted by figuring out my plans for later when this suitor asked me to dance, I didnât catch his name. Proof Iâm a terrible Noble. I donât even know the names of most of the suitors in line to marry me. Luckily heâs quiet and a pretty good dancer. Heâs probably just dancing with me for formalities, which to be honest, so am I.
As usual, I lose myself in the dance, and before long, the song is over. I thank my partner and walk off the dance floor as fast possible to avoid the many other suitors asking me to dance. I make it to an hors dâoeuvre ďżźtable by the windows of the ball, which look out to an elegant balcony. âAlana!â Someone calls. I turn to see Liam smiling warmly to me. âLiam! How are you?â I ask politely. âIâm doing well,â He replies, his eyes scanning my face. âAnd you?â He asks, seeming to sense my anxiety. âIâm great,â I lie, taking a deep breath. âIts just- a big night,â I manage, making him nod in understanding.Â
âAlana, I hope you know how much you mean to me,â Liam says after a pause, his expression serious. I gulp and smile. âI do,â I say, but he shakes his head. âYou donât understand, I have never felt this way about someone. I think I lo-â He suddenly gets cut off by my Mother. âAlana, a word please,â My mom says to me. I nod, my heart hammering. Was he going to tell me what I think he was going to tell me? âIn private,â My mother adds, glancing over to Liam, who just nods quickly. âYes of course Your Majesty, my apologies. Iâll chat to you later Alana,â He quickly says with a bow, before walking away, casting a curious glance over his shoulder. I turn to my mother. She glances around for a moment. âFollow me,â She orders, going out onto the empty balcony. She nods at the security detail by the doors, who, once we are both outside, close and guard the doors, stopping anyone reaching us.
âMom, whats going on?â I ask, and she turns to me, a serious look on her face. âAre you confident on who you will choose?â She asks, taking me aback. âI thought you said you wanted to wait-â I start but she sighs impatiently. âWell after some thought to it, I remembered how you can be. You have always been the flighty, wild, and unpredictable child, and I want to make sure Cordonia will have a sure and stable Queen and King,â my mother says, pausing for a moment. âThis is a big deal Alana,â She adds, making a surge of anger start to flow within me. Like I donât know that? Like I havenât been lectured that exact thing my entire life? âIâm sorry Mother, but you are the one who forced me to do this. I never had a choice! I was born into a family which thrust me into a life I had no control over. I am doing the damn best I can!â I argue, my heart starting to race in anger. âDonât talk to me like that. You are going to choose Liam, correct?â She asks, looking down at me, less like a question more like a threat.
I scoff. âYou know what? No. Iâm not in love with him. I love someone else. Someone my judgemental mother would never approve of,â I practically spit at her, crossing my arms. She raises her eyebrows, a sour look crossing her features. âWho is it?â She asks, her eyes glancing over my shoulder. I follow her gaze through the ball windows to Drake, who is standing inside, his hands clasped in front of him. âIt seems like you already know,â I say coldly, my heart hammering in fear. Will she kick me out? Fire Drake?
There is a definitive pause between us as my Mother thinks. She finally comes to a decision, making me gulp in anticipation. âYou will choose Liam. I donât care about your careless flirtations or affairs, but for the good of this country, you will choose Liam. Donât disappoint me.â She says, her words acid. I look down, trying to hide my emotions. Without another word, she walks past me, entering the ball again. Tears well in my eyes, and I blink them away. I turn, clutching onto the stone wall and looking out onto the grounds. I take a deep breath, trying to collect my thoughts. I blink in confusion as I spot a strange flash of light on the grounds, by the maze. I squint my eyes, trying to get a better look or see if I can make out anything. After staring at the same spot for a minute, I just shake my head at myself. Iâm clearly not thinking straight. I take a deep breath once again, and turn to the ball.
Iâm ready now.Â
As I walk into the ballroom, my eyes find Drake within seconds from instinct. He was scanning the room with those eyes, and stop as they meet mine. Just eye contact with him ignites a fire in my chest. He isnât just some affair or flirtation as my mom would put it. Heâs more. So much more. My mom thinks Iâm wild and unpredictable, so let her. I nudge my head towards the exit discreetly to Drake, and make my way out. I donât look over my shoulder, but hope with all my being that he trusts me and will follow. I make my way up the grand staircase, and halfway up, glance back to see Drake walking out of the ballroom looking around. He came, I think, my heart swelling. I whistle, making him snap his head in my direction, he smirks, shaking his head at me. I bite my lip, making my way up the stairs.Â
I eventually make it to my hallway, his footsteps following me. I reach my door, turning to look at him. He stops, looking at me with confusion. I smile and unlock my door, going inside. I wait for him and he comes in, closing the door behind him. âWhatâs up?â He asks, looking at me with genuine concern. I donât answer, walking up to him. I stand in front of him for a minute, just looking into those intoxicating eyes, basking in our rare proximity.
I lean forward, pressing my lips to his. I melt into his strong build, and he supports me, pulling me closer to his body. My nerves are on fire as our kiss deepens, my arms wrapped around his neck and his hands roaming my back. I will never get over the feeling of being with him. Itâs like my whole world become centered around him when we are together. Nothing else matters. The only thing I fathom is the feeling of his lips on mine, anchoring me to earth, giving me breath.Â
I canât lose him.Â
God, what will I do if I lose him?
A sob chokes at the back of my throat to my own surprise, making Drake stop, pulling away and examining my face, his eyebrows pulled together in concern. âWhat is it?â He asks, and as much as I wish it wouldnât happen, my eyes brim with tears, the urge to cry overwhelming. I swallow, and look up at his kind, worried, beautiful eyes. âI... Iâm scared of losing you,â I choke out, tears falling from my eyes. âoh,â He sighs softly, bringing me into a tight hug. He pulls me toward him, his arms wrapped snuggly around my body. I burrow my face into his shoulder, feeling safe. We stay like that for a while, comforted by each otherâs embrace. I want to tell him how I feel but its so scary thinking of actually saying it out loud to him.
Itâs more scary thinking about how I could lose him tonight. He loosens his grip of me, leaning back to see my face. He brushes his fingers softly across my cheeks, wiping my tears away. I just blink up at him, realizing how lucky I have been just to have these few moments in between with him. If that is all I get, its alright. âI know, itâs a hard decision you have to make. But I will never be upset with you, no matter what you choose to do.â Drake tells me softly, and I nod, swallowing my tears. I sniffle, looking down suddenly feeling embarrassed. âSorry for crying,â I say with a self conscious chuckle. His eyes crinkle around his eyes fondly as he looks at me. âYou donât need to be sorry,â He says kindly, caressing my face.
We just look deeply into each otherâs eyes for a moment, and I donât ever want to look away, but he does, as he looks down at the floor. âIâm sorry this happened. You were supposed to find the love of your life these past few weeks, and I took that away from you. I should have been stronger. I should have pushed you away,â He says, his hands falling to his side, regret laced in his voice. His words are like daggers to my heart. âSo you regret it all?â I ask, my heart pounding in my ears. He winces, slowly bringing his eyes to meet mine. âI was selfish Alana. Looking back, I wanted nothing more than to be with you, which isnât fair to you. You have so much on your shoulders, especially tonight and forward. You are becoming Queen Alana. I only regret that I made that harder for you.â He says. Iâm lost for words for a moment, soaking in his words. I realize how cold I feel, without his arms around me.Â
He turns, his hand on the door handle. âDrake,â I say, and he stops, still facing away from me. âI wouldnât have been able to survive if it wasnât for you. You donât seem to understand how much you mean to me. I would have been stuck in the world I hate, suffocated by the rules, the nobles, the stupid balls and the inevitability of my title. You were my breath of fresh air after twenty-four years of being drowned. You mean everything to me.â I say, my heart hammering in anticipation of his response. He glances over his shoulder back at me, a troubled expression on his face. âItâs better this way,â He says with finality, opening the door, walking out. I sigh, tears burning behind my eyes yet again.Â
I look down, a tear falling from my eyes. Iâm going to lose him.
No.Â
Fuck that. I donât care about what Drake thinks. I am not going to walk away from him. Fuck playing it safe, allowing myself to roll over and let my expectations dictate my life once again. I take a deep breath, checking myself in the mirror. Red cheeks, slightly swollen eyes, but makeup is alright. I fix some of my hair, straightening out my gown. I can do this.Â
Opening my door, I march through, and down the hall, determination flowing through me. Itâs better this way my ass. Iâm no longer going to allow my happiness be sacrificed for what others want. Eventually, I reach the ballroom, everyone still dancing. I make my way to my mother, knowing the ceremony should begin shortly. My mother watches as I stand beside her, overlooking the ballroom. âRemember what we discussed,â She mutters to me, and I nod. âOh I remember, trust me,â I say, glancing around the room at all the nobles enjoying themselves. Drake isnât far from me, standing about ten feet away, staring straight forward at the ballroom, not even glancing in my direction. Just you wait. I think, looking forward to seeing his face once I tell everyone just how much he means to me.Â
The song slows to a stop, and itâs time. The nobles face my mother and I, knowing whats about to happen. I find Liam, grinning up at me. I also spot Maxwell and Allie near the back, who both give me a thumbs up, smiling. I smile back at them, grateful for their support. A man hands my mother her microphone and my heart starts to race nervously. One more thing I suck at, public speaking.Â
My mother is about to speak when all the lights suddenly shut off, gasps and screams erupting throughout the ballroom. Must just be an electrical issue, right? As the lights switch back on, the ball is swarmed with people in dark clothing, ambushing nobles with assault rifles. The room is chaos, people screaming, running in multiple directions as assassins shoot, making me stagger backward, my heart pounding as I shake my head in disbelief. Before i can decide my escape route, an assassin comes up, his weapon trained on me. Panicked, I throw my hands up in defense, my heart so loud at this point, I feel that it will burst out of my chest. Iâm frozen in fear as the assassin nears me, his weapon not wavering from being pointed directly at me. No, not like this.
I spot Drake sprinting over to me, a determined look on his face. I glance back the assassin who turns his head to the side, looking me over. âAny last words Princess?â He asks, making my stomach flop horribly. I just stutter, shaking my head back and forth. The assassin, without missing a beat aims and fires, just as Drake jumps in front of me. I get thrown on the ground, pain shooting through my body. My vision is blurry as I try to focus on whats going on around me to no avail. The screams and gun shots seem to get further away as my vision blackens until nothingness surrounds me.
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As I start to become conscious, all I can hear is a faint beeping noise. I blink slowly at the bright lights above my head, my whole body aching. I try to sit up and gauge my surroundings, but my motherâs face comes into view. âOh Alana!â My mother cries, hugging me. I cringe as pain shoots through my arm. âOh, baby Iâm so sorry,â She apologizes, getting off me. I finally realize Iâm in a small hospital room, a beeping monitor next to me, and my mother sitting beside me in a chair, watching at me worryingly. She isnât in her gown, so it must be after the ball. holy shit, the ball! âWhat... what happened?â I ask, my voice hoarse. âIâm not sure how much you remember, but a couple days ago on your coronation night, there was an assassination attempt. And, well, you were shot,â My mother explains, tears springing to her eyes, taking me by surprise. âBut I thought Drake-â I start, and she makes an unimpressed face. âYes well he tried to jump in the way, but the bullet merely grazed him and hit you in the shoulderâ She explains, as if jumping to take someone elseâs bullet isnât impressive. Iâm just happy that heâs alive.
I look over at my shoulder, which is heavily bandaged. âDid anyone else get hurt?â I ask, my stomach twisting unpleasantly. All those people came there that night for me. Doesnât that make it my fault? âYes, some of your suitors were hurt, and Liam suffered some hits when he was fighting off the assassins, but luckily, no deaths.â My mother reports, making me breathe out a sigh of relief. âWell, Iâm glad everyone is okay,â I mutter, looking down. I canât believe this. We are a peaceful country. I didnât think we had any enemies, let alone anyone who would want to kill me.Â
A nurse comes in, checking my vitals and asking me questions about who I am and all that to make sure I didnât suffer any brain damage. âAll right, you seem to be doing well your Highness, weâll be back later to check up on you,â She says kindly, to which I thank her as she walks out the door. My mother turns the television on the wall on, and we sit there awkwardly for a moment. âI hope you know who you were going to choose.â My mother says, making me sigh. of course. âMom, I was literally shot, canât this wait?â I ask, and she shakes her head. âI know honey, but this is very important, and the quicker we get it out there to calm the people the better,â She says, but I just shake my head in disbelief. âI was going to choose the man I love,â I say simply, looking at the wall.Â
âAlana, You know we canât allow that.â Mother says, grasping my hand. I turn to her. âThat was my decision. Sorry to disappoint, but its the truth. Iâm sorry if you canât handle that,â I say simply. She just looks at me, staring into my eyes. I can tell sheâs aggravated. She suddenly gets up, adjusting her dress. âI am going to grab a coffee and once Iâm back maybe you will have thought about your decision,â She says calmly, getting up, and stalking out of the room. âYeah you do that,â I mutter, rolling my eyes. When will she understand that I am not going to do everything she wants?Â
A while later, theres a knock at my door. âcome in,â I say, and the door opens to reveal Drake in a plain shirt and jeans. I struggle to sit up to say hi, and he rushes over, helping me with my pillows. I canât help thinking about how awful I must look, pathetically lying in a hospital bed. âThanksâ I mutter, and he nods, grabbing the chair and sitting close beside me, his knee bouncing nervously. âIâm so sorry Alana, I should have blocked the bullet, if I just ran over quicker- I would be the one in that bed right now-â He rushes out, barely being able to look at me. I reach over, placing my hand on his, making him stop, looking up at me.Â
âYou cannot possibly blame yourself for this Drake. It was just unlucky. If you werenât there the bullet probably couldâve hit me somewhere fatal,â I reassure him and he lets out a breath shakily, looking deeply into my eyes. He doesnât look like heâs slept at all. âGod- it was horrible. You were on the ground, blood pouring out of you. There was so much- I thought you were-â He can barely finish his sentence, his voice cracking as a sob escapes him. âOh Drake... Iâm so sorry you had to experience that,â I say, wishing I had the strength to reach over and hug him. âItâs over now, and we are both okay. Thatâs all that matters,â I comfort him, and he nods, wiping at his face.
 âI just- couldnât face the fact that you would have died thinking I didnât want to be with you. I never told you that... I love you,â Drake says softly, looking up at me nervously.Â
I grin widely, my heart bursting with happiness. âI love you too,â I giggle - god this man has turned me into a woman who giggles- making him break into a smile. He leans over, giving me a sweet and gentle kiss. We stay there beside each other, laughing and talking. I told him that I was going to choose him, making him shake his head in amusement. âalways so stubborn,â he said with a grin.Nothing could make me happier than being here, in this moment.Â
My eyes glance over Drakeâs shoulder to see through the blinds of my window, and see my mother watching us in the hall, a look of realization / regret on her face. I slightly frown. Whereâs the coffee she was getting?
A sudden voice on the television grabs my attention. âBreaking News! The Queen Mother Regina has officially announced through a small press conference just minutes ago that princess Alana is awake and healthy, doing well! Not only that, but Alana just could not wait any longer to announce her future husband, Liam of Valtoria!....â The voices of the news anchors fade away as I bring my hand up to my mouth in shock. I glance over at Drake, who is looking at me, confused. My heart sinks and I look down, shaking my head. How could she have done this to me?
âThe happy couple will depart on their engagement tour in just a few months once they have fully healed, so stay tuned Cordonia! Love is in the air!â
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The following night with Drake replays in my head as my mother and I ascend into the bright sky in our jet. I bite my lip, looking out the window. Drake was someone different last night... he was so possessive, passionate... it makes me shiver just thinking about the way he touched me. After our makeout sesh, I had heard my name being called and reluctantly returned to the party. When the party eventually came to an end, I went to my room to find a note from Drake on my dresser which said, in scribbled handwriting which seemed to suit him well, âHad to leave for rounds otherwise I would be here with you. Canât wait to see you soon, Dâ. Which was alright, it gave me some time to celebrate alone.
I still sense that he is uncertain about us. He is clearly an ethical person and I can tell he doesnât think that much of himself. But the fact that he ignored all that because he needed to be with me last night makes my heart flutter. âAlana? Are you okay? You havenât spoken much,â my mother comments, making me jump slightly. âOh, sorry, just thinking,â I say with a smile. She smiles back knowingly. âBig night tonight,â she says with a teasing tone, making me blink in surprise. Itâs come so soon. My coronation ball. âYeah! Itâs crazy,â I nod with a hopefully not noticeably fake tone. My mother moves from her seat to sit across from me, taking my hands in hers.
âAlana,â she says, her tone serious, making my blink my eyes at her in surprise. âI know itâs a very big decision. But your family before you have done it for many years. I did it. You can do it too,â She pauses for a moment, a certain look in her eyes as she seems to stare into my soul. âIt is a tough and monumental decision, but I can tell youâve already found your love,â She says confidently, taking me by surprise. âItâs obvious, you are glowing just thinking about him,â my mother grins, taking me aback. I didnât realize I was being so transparent. âI-I mean-â I stutter, and she just laughs lightly. âNo need to explain anything, I can wait until tonight, just like everyone else,â Mother says with a wink, getting up and heading to the restroom near the back of the plane.
As she walks away my smile disappears. I take in a deep breath, rubbing my temples. What am I going to do?
All I want is to be with Drake again. To feel the electricity between us and kiss those lips again. It seems insane to even think about being with someone else when what seems to be my soulmate is standing right in front of me. There is just so much shit stacked up against us.Â
Then there is Liam. Liam is safe. Stable. Sweet. Heâs a good kisser and cares about me. Also a noble, so no issues with tonight. He just- isnât Drake. Liam doesnât consume my thoughts. He doesnât kiss me the way Drake does, or make my stomach do backflips the way Drake does.
But I have to choose someone.
A deep feeling of dread starts to eat away at my chest. I have no option. But I should, right? I deserve to be with the man I want, not the man I feel obligated to be with.
As I glance out the window at the sparse clouds and bright sparkling ocean, a recurring insecurity rises in me. The ever-present doubt in my mind that I'm not supposed to be royalty. I can barely connect with my country in the way a ruler should, I havenât spoken directly to the Cordonian public before, and it doesn't help that the idea of actively running this country makes me want to run away as fast as possible.
Obviously an amazing thing to panic about the day of my coronation.
I sink into my seat, burrowing my face in my hands. Fuck.
Our plane touches down on the tarmac and slows to a stop, prompting a group of workers to push a flight of stairs up against our jet. A limousine pulls up at the end of the stairs to take my mother and me to the palace and our press conference. We step into the dignified limousine and I start to feel myself sweat with anxiety.Â
The drive to the palace is short, thanks to the police escort. I havenât spoken to the Cordonian public directly before. I have indirectly, through reporters, but that is the extent. The nearer we come to the palace, the quicker my heart hammers in my chest. As we pull up to the back entrance, I can hear the crowd, a sick feeling fall over me. My hands start to feel slick and I rub them on the fabric of my dress. I wish Drake was here and I could feel that reassuring hand like I did that one night in the blizzard. Even just having him by my side would send a wave of reassurance over me. A memory of him opening my door, and holding his hand out to me to help me out of the car flashes as the door to the limo opens. I take the unfamiliar hand of some guard, smiling through the sadness. I miss him.
My mother and I walk through the palace, making our way to the entrance for the press conference. We eventually reach the podium and the sheer number of people gathered makes my knees weak. They cheer loudly as my mother and I stand together, and my heart hammers unpleasantly. I try to keep a calm look and clasp my hands tightly in front of me to hide the shaking. My eyes dart around the crowd, trying to calm myself down by memorizing faces when I reach a familiar face staring right at me. My heart skips a beat and that wave of calmness washes over me as I look into his deep brown eyes. An unfamiliar feeling falls over me as I look at him. The only way to describe it is an overwhelming feeling of appreciation and adoration. My lips part in shock at the feeling. Drake nods at me encouragingly, a smile on his lips. I reciprocate his smile, looking down for a moment to breathe. What was that?
My attention switches to my mother as the clapping slows and she begins to talk. âDear Cordonains, thank you for being here today. As many of you know, tonight is the coronation of my dear eldest daughter, Alana,â She says gesturing a hand to me, and the crowd cheers. I smile to them with a polite wave, my gaze lingering on Drakeâs face. As usual. âAlana has a big decision to make tonight and following the coronation ceremony, she will become your Queen.â Drake looks down at those words, making my heart sink. My mother continues with her speech and I try to concentrate on the words coming out of her mouth but all I hear is the blood rushing in my ears making her words muffled. I am going to be queen tonight. Holy shit. How am I supposed to do this? It was easy to pretend that this night wasn't going to come eight weeks ago, but now it has gotten serious. I am not prepared for this.Â
Before I know it, the press conference is over, and my mom is gently leading me inside.Â
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I numbly stand under my showerhead, my mind wandering. Could I just run away? Create a whole new identity, and live my life like a normal person? Iâm certain there are more qualified people who would do a much better job than me. I shake my head at myself and rinse out my conditioner. I need to be responsible and carry out my duties as needed. I would break my motherâs heart if I ran away. I turn off the water and dry myself off and wrap my bathroom across my body. I can do this.
After my shower, a small group of makeup artists come in, plop me in a chair, and start to primp me up. One pair works on my hair, drying and styling it into an intricate updo, topping it off with my tiara which I have despised my whole life. The other pair work on my makeup and nails, doing a great job and talking excitedly to me and each other. I try to be happy about all this because I should be right? I should be looking forward to being primped and the object of attention for an entire night, but the idea gives me hives. Luckily the group working on making me look prim and proper are finished, I thank them gratefully and they walk out the door, still talking in raised and excited voices.
Once they leave I shut my door, leaning against it for a second to calm myself down. I then pace my room in my robe, my feet padding on the wooden floors. What the hell am I supposed to do? How am I going to go out there, choose a husband, leave Drake, and become the leader of a country in one night? I collapse onto my bed, urging myself not to cry and ruin the work my makeup team worked hard on. This was a mistake. This whole thing.
A knock sounds and I jump up. Gingerly, I walk over to the door, unrealistically hoping that Drake is on the other side, ready to comfort me. I open the door and instead see Allie standing there, a huge grin on her face and a large garment bag. âHeyyy!â She sings, holding the bag up happily. I smile and let her in. âOh my god, you look so hot!â She exclaims, hugging me. I laugh. âHeh, thanks. Not my work though, that makeup team surely is something,â I say, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. âHe will love it,â Allie gleams. I frown for a second. I never told her about Drake and I. At least not yet. âWho?â I ask and she laughs as she delicately places the garment bag on my bed. âLiam,â She says, confused. âYou are picking him, aren't you?â She asks, turning to me.
I sigh and shake my head. âI don't think I can,â I say uncertainly. âWhat? Why? You guys seemed so close at the Beaumont Bash and Max told me he adores you.â Allie gushes, making me sigh. That makes it so much worse. âI just don't feel for him the way I should. I- I think I'm falling in love with someone else.â I say before my brain can even process it, my voice cracking. That's what I felt earlier. I am falling in love with Drake. âWho?â Allie asks, shocked. âDrake. My old bodyguard. At the Applewood Manor, he kissed me after saving me from that Tariq situation, and at the Bash, we kissed again. I- I don't know Allie. There is just something about him that I care so much about. He fills me with this overwhelming appreciation and calmness when I look into his eyes. I have never felt this way about anyone. When we are together, my heart starts pounding relentlessly in an incredible way. His smile brings butterflies to my stomach and his touch is electric. I don't know how I'm supposed to choose someone else when I know I only want him,â I finish talking, taking a breath and looking down slightly embarrassed by my over-sharing.Â
I look back up to see Allie looking at me with a look of amazement. âDamn. Alana you cannot let him go. You have never spoken about anything or anyone that way before,â Allie says, starting to unzip my garment bag. âYou need to get into this dress, go to that ball, and fuck it, choose who you love. Who gives a shit what anyone else thinks, this is your life,â Allie finishes confidently, making me smile. âYou have no idea how much I needed that,â I grin breathlessly. She smirks, pulling out my dress, a Cordonian baby blue ballgown with ornate golden designs around the hem and chest. âWoah,â I say, impressed gently stroking the designs. âLet's get you dressed lovebird,â Allie laughs, making me chuckle, feeling excited for the first time today.Â
Allie helps me into my gown and tightens it for me. Before I know it, its time for the ball to begin. Maxwell barges in excitedly to escort us to the ball. Once he sees me, he tears up, patting his eyes dramatically like an elderly woman. âOh Alana, you look amazing!â He gushes, running over to hug me. âCareful of the dress and hair!â Allie exclaims, but I hug him tightly anyway. âGod, you two are a nightmare,â Allie mutters. We break the hug and Maxwell turns to Allie, caressing her cheek. âA hot nightmare I hope,â He grins, making Allie roll her eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. âWhatever Fabio, we need to get Alana to her ball so get out of the way,â Allie orders, making Max back up, smirking. âBossy, mhm I like it,â He comments with a wink, making Allie groan, grabbing my arm and practically dragging me out the door. I watch amusedly as Max rushes after us.Â
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Eventually, the three of us make it to the doors of the ball. Allie kisses my cheek and then Maxâs. âI'll see you guys after, good luck!â She says and I stop her. âOh hell no, I need you in there,â I say, my eyes wide. âAlana, I'm not on the list, I only got to come in because I was giving you your gown,â She says quietly. I roll my eyes and turn to the guard by the entrance. âHey, Milligan, this is Allie, and she is not on the list by mistake. She will be back shortly dressed appropriately, then you shall let her in, no questions asked.â I order in a dignified tone. âOf course, your highness,â He says, bowing slightly.Â
âAlana,â Allie says, but I stop her. âI want you there, and you can keep Maxwell company. Just go up to my room and borrow one of my dresses, I donât mind. Just hurry!â I say with a smile, making her grin widely. âThanks, Al,â She says, giving me a hug. âAlso it will probably piss Bertrand off, so I'm all for it. I would never object to spending a whole night with you,â Max smiles, making Allie give him a quick kiss. âI swear I love you even more. Okay, see you guys soon!â She says, before rushing away to my room. âThanks for that Alana,â Max says and I shake my head. âOh it was purely selfish I assure you,â I say with a wink, and he just nods with a grin, facing towards the main doors of the ballroom. I back slightly to the side as the doors open and announce him into the ball. He gives me a thumbs-up before heading in. The doors close again, and my mother appears. âReady Darling?â She asks, looping her arm in my elbow. I smile, nerves eating away at me. I ignore them and focus on my mother.Â
âReady as Iâll ever be,â I say, and she smiles widely, leading me gently to the doors. They suddenly open, the bright lights blind me for a moment, the only thing holding me down being my motherâs arm as she leads me in. As my eyes adjust, I scan the decadent ballroom. They didnât spare any expense that's for sure. Ornate chandeliers I have never seen before loom above the large crowd of nobles and suitors. They watch as we enter, making the uncomfortable feeling of being watched overcome me yet again. I don't think I will ever get used to it. We find our way to our thrones, and I try to sit delicately, even though I feel like collapsing onto it in dread. After we settle down, the music starts up again, and people begin to dance while others socialize and drink various cocktails and liquors. I watch the dancers for a minute as it has always calmed me down.Â
I enjoy observing dancers as they sway, spin, and twirl to the music. Itâs truly an art form and a great way to people-watch. A majority of my childhood was spent people-watching outside palace windows and sneakily around a corner while my mother held parties. Wondering what lives they held, who they loved, hated, what their deepest secrets were. Dancing is a vulnerable and beautiful form of expression. You can tell someoneâs mood, their thoughts, just by the way they waltz. The way they hold themselves, how they look at their partners, etc. It's compelling. My eyes wander from couple to couple, observing how they look at each other. I see Neville dancing with some poor girl, his nose in the air, not even glancing at her as he swings her violently around the dancefloor. I try to hold a snigger. I spot Liam dancing with one of my younger cousins, Elaine. She is around 8 and standing on his feet. He grins as he swings her around, making her shriek with laughter. A group of women watches, swooning and talking about him to each other. He is definitely the charmer, that's for sure. He notices my staring, winking and flashing his grin. I smile politely before looking away. Guilt eats away at my chest. He probably thinks I will choose him.
As I glance around the room, and the main doors open. Allie walks in, wearing one of my dresses, a black dress which elegantly falls on her figure. I make a mental note to give it to her as it never fit right on me. I smile as Max sees her and rushes over to capture her in a kiss. They really are perfect for each other. As I watch them, I notice a smaller door opening on another empty looking wall. The security guard beside it turns and switches places with... Drake. They nod to each other, and the other guard goes through the door, closing it behind him.Â
Drake clasps his hands in front of him, scanning the room, a searching look on his face. His eyes Immediately find mine and he stops. His gaze softens as he takes me in. âBeautifulâ he mouths, making my heart flutter and my cheeks heat up. I bite my lip as I smile at him. God, I definitely love him. He tries to surpress his smile, trying to be professional, as always. He looks down and gradually the smile fully fades. He clenches his jaw and looks back up at me, a vulnerable look on his face. Dread. My face falls as I remember the situation at hand. I blink back tears, forcing myself to look away. I take a deep breath and sutuate myself. I have to make a plan. I canât leave Drake and I need to figure out how I can make it possible for us.Â
Tonight will be monumental, thats for sure.
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Sorry if this is a cliffhanger! I cannot wait for the next chapter hehe! This social isolation/ quarantine thing is great for my writers block. I apologize for how long this took me but my life has been crazy and im looking forward to spending this break writing! I hope you all are doing okay in this crazy time and this could possibly make your day better! Love you all and see you again for another chapter! Also sorry for the lack of Drake but there will be more than enough next time ;)