Rising

Liam Harrington, Marquess of Worcester, 27

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tobybuchanan:

His relationship with Arabella was quite literally a mystery. He wasn’t sure how to even describe their relationship, but he did know for sure that he loved her and that he thought marrying Liam would do her more harm than good. But still, Toby kept his mouth shut in fear that she wouldn’t even invite him to her wedding. He figured they all knew his distaste for the whole ordeal without having to say anything. “No really, I’m okay.” He insisted. 

Toby nodded, wishing that they were in fact not having this conversation. Family? He considered Toby family? Was it strange that he didn’t consider his sister’s fiancee family yet? Probably not considering that his relationship with his sister is virtually non-existent. But Toby wasn’t rude often and he knew that it would be in poor distaste if he refused his offer. He sat down in the other seat at the table. “So uh, what would you like to know?” 

“Tea, then? Anything?” Liam checked, furrowing his brow. He eased in his chair once he began to read Toby. He wasn’t a threat. There was no reason that Liam needed to fight for dominance. Really, from the way that he nodded, and insisted politely, and filled his speech with fillers--he deserved Liam’s kindness. Well, he would try.

“Funny stories of my fiancee, dare I hope?” Liam began. He reclined, looking above him for inspiration. “But you...I dunno, your interests, I suppose. Did you study something interesting? Or uninteresting, for that matter. We could skip the small talk and I could ask you the very worst thing your parents said to you.” He laughed at what a terrible idea that was. “I just don’t know anything about you.”

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willyouhenstridge:

“Did you think I hadn’t thought of that?” he hissed, his voice harsher than intended. If it was so simple to restore the relationship he had with his father, William would have long done it. However, he was well aware that the chances of him ever getting along with his father were slim. It wasn’t as if it had been a fight that they were angry about. The older man despised William’s existence. It was hard to come back from something like that.

The brunet pushed himself off the wall, not liking the idea of being physically backed into a corner like he was now. He straightened himself out and brought the cigarette back up to his lips. The warm smoke filled his lungs and warmed him. “I’ll definitely be going out tonight,” he mumbled, blowing out some smoke into the cold night sky. The prince was quickly going through his cigarettes this time of year. Spending so much time with the Henstridge family would any person go insane, let alone if you were the least favourite member of the actual family.

“Really? Why’d you think that is?” he spoke quasi-nonchalantly, his face showing the obvious annoyance that lingered beneath. Though he didn’t care much for his family, one of them had died and the other was missing –– he wasn’t heartless. “The holidays revolve around only one thing nowadays, don’t they? Food and fuckin’ booze. Same for me as for anyone else.”

“Oho!” Liam responded, his eyes sliding to his companion. “I meant nothing by it. I suppose you have the most experience with your own family.” My, what I could do with connections like yours. “I imagine if we liked each other more we could swap stories until the first licks of dawn.”

He knew they never would. What would Liam say? My father is forcing me to wed Arabella? That would give William all the power in the fucking world. What else? I am weak and allow this power over me? Like hell. Indeed, if they liked one another more. Indeed, if hell freezes over. 

Still, the quiet laughter Liam felt leave his throat was genuine. “William, you are nothing if not truthful.” He allowed himself a moment for an unkind smirk. Truthful. They both knew better. “Next year, I could find myself married and celebrating with you. Shall I hope the same for you? I’m sure there’s someone who would love to come home to your face each day.”

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arabellabuchanan:

Arabella thought that she and Liam should probably sit down and seriously discuss the wedding. She had taken it upon herself to select a color scheme and menu, but she did not want to make the decisions without his input. But that could wait until a better time, she preferred to keep this conversation lighthearted and easy. “The Christmas party was fun, generally speaking,” Arabella started off casually, avoiding any mention of her cousin’s disappearance. 

“We’d definitely take a trip together soon,” Arabella promised her fiancé. At least they’d always have their honeymoon - yet another thing they needed to discuss if they actually wanted to get on with their wedding. “You haven’t missed too much,” Arabella told him convincingly. “Adeline and Diana are still the same as ever, Sophia is readjusting to life in London, Alexandra is… well, she’s Alexandra,” Arabella continued explaining. She was careful to avoid mentioning Charlotte so as to avoid suspicion.

Liam touched her hair, only the tiniest bit of calculation in his affection. It was easy; she made softness easy. “Generally speaking?” he asked. “You know that I am dying to hear about the exceptions to that judgment.” As she continued onto another idea, he willed the return to royal goings-on, but smiled just the same. “We should, my love,” he agreed. “And we will.”

He listened dutifully, his ears pricked with the attention of a faithful retriever. “I’m glad to your dearest friends are well, then. And yes! Yes, she must have a lot to get used to.” Sophia certainly shook up the social life once more. He thrilled to the thought of it. He counted off the names, and turned. “And Charlotte?” Charlotte, with whom he shared an age bracket, with whom he desperately would want an audience if he had the choice. Not that she would know. He still asked. It was normal, wasn’t it? He assured himself that it was, that Arabella could perhaps confuse his question for a concerned royal only--nothing suspicious. At least, he hoped.

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milenavolkova:

Following him to the line, she listened to his words. Milena had to be polite, mostly because she had a business to deal with, and somehow, if he ended up being her client in the future, she had to be on his good terms. There was also the reason that she wouldn’t be freely rude just because she could. “My lord, despite your position, you still owe me a coffee.” Moving her gaze to the man next to her, she winked. “Milena Volkova.” Even if her name was well known among royalty and heirs, there were still a few she had to reach, and she wasn’t certain if he was part of the first group or the later. But, in the end, it gave her the chance of introducing herself, while the line moved slowly in front of her until it was their time to order. “Even if I’d rather a russian coffee, we’ll stick to the macchiato.”

When she was forced to remain awake during the mornings caffeine had to be the only way she could keep her eyes open, and her lack of patience intact before it could get worst. “Not a fan of the morning part of the day. I’m a night person.” Or she became one. “You?”

Liam regarded her with respect. She hadn’t taken his title with nerves or anything of the sort. She had taken it with annoyance and a healthy dash of wit. He straightened his shoulders. “Miss Volkova, your irreverence is admittedly refreshing.” He also hadn’t missed her wink; her anonymity to him made such silent language all-the-more attractive. Before he could ask what she’d like to order, she did it herself, a refusal of gentlemanly decorum he had been prepared to offer. He only handed over the bills. “Russian coffee?” he repeated. “With a name like Milena Volkova--” every syllable separated and perfected, “--and a preference for that, you must be from Spain.” He lifted the right side of his lips, showing his joke, somewhat desperate to gain some sort of equality with her wit. He would die if she thought him serious. “Perhaps this is neither the time nor place, but I’d be curious what finds you here.”

“I see,” Liam nodded. “If it’s any consolation, the morning light suits you. The sun seems eager to show off its value.” Sliding his left hand, with its engagement ring, into his pocket, he considered her question. “I am the victim of jetlag, currently. But generally, I share your distaste for mornings. As it is, I’m trying to convince myself that I shouldn’t be asleep right now.” He shrugged, “If my clumsiness is any indication, perhaps I should.”

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dianahoward:

♔ OPEN STARTER ♔

The place she’d once begged to call home had begun to suffocate her.

It wasn’t that she didn’t grieve, nor that she begrudged her friends and coworkers their own mourning and fear, especially in the wake of Charlotte’s disappearance. Diana herself was near-terrified for the other Princess, who was not her closest friend, but had never been her enemy, either. It was a terrible loss, and even now, she looked nervously around every corner, jumping at small sounds. Irritated at her own fear, she put in her earbuds, blasting music until the creepy feeling in the familiar halls had eased.

She didn’t think that anyone would want to kidnap her, but the fact that someone had so easily slipped in and out of the castle with a Princess was of particular concern. They truly could be anywhere, watching, waiting. Diana resolved not to divulge anything about Adeline’s plans to anyone she wasn’t sure of, not anymore. She’d have to ask Arabella if she agreed on the idea. Turning through corridors, she was on her way to the door, unable to stay inside with such sadness much longer before she would give in to it herself. It wasn’t her friends’ job to take care of her; it was her business taking care of them. And so, whenever things became overwhelming, she would walk, or go out for coffee, or do something, anything to keep them from realizing that she couldn’t quite talk about her own feelings on the subject.

Diana was close to her escape when she heard a voice over the sound of the bass against her eardrums. She couldn’t make out what they were saying, just a vague, amorphous sound on the edges of her understanding. She pulled an earbud and turned, frowning slightly. “Say again?”

Liam needed to find Arabella. Or he definitely did not need to find Arabella. He was undecided, even as he wandered the palace. If he found her, fine. If--by some smile of the divine upon his head--he happened upon a princess, then so be it. His engagement was growing suspicious, he knew. They had taken their time, and now eyes were upon them to prove their commitments to the engagement. And he wasn’t especially looking forward to an entire afternoon choosing a color scheme. Not that he was a man who felt this was a woman’s job or anything like that. He simply found it exceedingly boring as well as exceedingly real when it came to realization of his shrinking window to find a better avenue to a title.

His eyes landed on a figure in front of him as he rounded a corner. He knew her; the form, the gait; the dark hair. That was his fiancee’s best friend. Well, perhaps this would shorten my wasted time. “Diana! Diana, thank goodness I’ve found you. I’m--” he called out, smiling. He realized from her ignoring him that she must have earbuds in, so he quickened his step to reach her. “Diana?” he asked again, closer and at a loud volume, enough to reach through the volume of her music.

She turned, and he plastered on his smile again. “I’m wondering if you know where my dear Arabella has run off to,” his first story. “Although...if you wanted to take the long way ‘round, I wouldn’t stop you.” He dropped his voice, closer to her. “I admit that wedding preparations are not the most thrilling of activities, you understand.”

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willyouhenstridge:

If there was anyone that he was not particularly looking forward to seeing, Liam was on top of that list. Most of his family members occupied it, but he was one of the exceptions. Being around him was tiresome. There was a constant struggle for power, one that William always won with the simple reason being his status, but it was exhausting. There were few people who actually managed to make William’s skin crawl as much as he did. The worst part was that Liam did not simply bring negative feelings. He had enjoyed their night together and would repeat it if it were not for the fact that he wasn’t like that. A horrible thought to have, especially in the twenty-first century, but it was one that popped up into his mind often enough. Though most people thought that he strived to disappoint his family, a small little voice inside him hoped that one day they’d be able to be proud of him.

Walking that familiar road with Liam would ensure that it would never happen. Ruining Arabella’s marriage may not have the same impact as a full-on royal wedding, but it was still something he would not hear the end of. “As you know, I don’t have a particularly good relationship with the family. I have no obligations for this part of the night.” 

Truly, he had no obligations at all. He could simply return to his apartment or his suite and go to bed if he wished, but he wasn’t that pathetic. “Holly jollies will be found tonight, but not before midnight. Don’t you know? The party doesn’t start until the actual day the little Middle-Eastern golden boy is born.” 

Liam tilted his head, “Smoking outside the party is a surefire way to make sure your relationship isn’t mended, though.” He, the outsider wanting in, could see it so clearly. Isn’t that always the way? Liam, his very name the diminutive of William, could appreciate the complexities of royal life, could imagine for himself a life where he worried about his reputation and legacy the way William had to. And Liam could imagine that life with the clear vision of someone who never had to fall. In his fantasy, he had nothing to fear. He could take the risks, and he could succeed, because they weren’t real risks to take. And yet, in this lofty fantasy vision, he could be better than William at this moment, who was admitting the defeat of being disliked. “What about the rest of the night? Are you preparing song and dance?”

He let out a snort, his laugh extinguished with the cigarette between his teeth. “That so? Better tell that to the girls waiting under the mistletoe. They shouldn’t be wasting their time.” In the silence, watching their smoke curl and billow in the air, Liam knew that their ,minds were resting on the only shared memory that could occupy such a silence between them. Liam had his reasons for keeping calm and teasing around William. He guessed that if they could come to some semblance of kindness between them, then he could stop worrying about their secret reaching Arabella. Or worse. 

“Everyone seems so much more tense this year,” Liam complained, stabbing out the butt of his cigarette on the steps. “Is it just me or are you hoping for more wine than the sip of the Christ child’s blood at Eucharist?” He turned to William, “What’s that about?”

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milenavolkova:

“Хуй.” The expression left her mouth before she’d acknowledge who had spilled her coffee on the ground. There was no time to think in english, pure instinctive while her mind was frustrated with the idea of heading back to the line and getting another cup of coffee; not only that, but she was tired, after a long night awake, selling drugs and going through family business in one of the times where people were usually seeking for some happiness when the holidays couldn’t provide it to them, it had been a successful night. One that made her happy, and now, as the sun would hit her face and she’d regret sleeping so late, she wasn’t that happy anymore. So calling him a dick in her mother language had some reasons, deep down. 

“It’s okay, and yes… I think it’s the right thing to do, since you are the reason why I don’t have my coffee anymore,” she replied, glad that her clothes hadn’t been damaged by the warm drink, before she looked at the man.

She was rare. This women was a rarity in a sea of coiffed perfection, of cucumber face masks and time-consuming moisturizing routines. He could tell within a moment; it was how he survived--this split-second judgment. A gift from years of nosing around like a fox and eyeing like an eagle. He could spot a difference from a mile away. Raw. 

If appearances weren’t enough, her words confirmed it. He was taken aback. Again, a rarity. He was used to the superficial manners, the peaceful ways people existed to not offend one another. Liam’s eyebrows jumped up in obvious surprise. “You aren’t wrong,” he admitted, standing up to deliver on his promise. As they stood on the line he bowed his head toward her, “Liam Harrington, by the way. Of Worcester.” He slid his eyes towards her to see if this information had any effect. He didn’t know if it would; annoyingly, it so often didn’t have any effect at all, for all the pain it had given him. “Tell me, why are you in as much of a bad mood as I am?”

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adelinehenstridge:

“Thank you,” the princess spoke, grabbing the drink from Nathan’s hand. “And we will get back to the palace soon, you can even tell Samuel I said so.” Though Adeline knew that Charlotte’s disappearance caused their security detail to be more uptight than ever, it was the same reason that she had to get out of the palace. The coffee shop wasn’t crowded but she was already beginning to get stares and she could feel Nathan tense up beside her. As someone knocked into cup, Adeline gasped, causing a couple of people to glance over. “It’s only me, Liam.” Adeline told him, realizing that it was her cousin’s fiancé, gesturing him to put away his wallet. “I think I can handle buying another coffee.” She held out her hand that the remaining of the coffee spilt on away from her body, her left hand grabbing a napkin off of his table. “Didn’t really want one anyway, just used it as an excuse to get out of the rain.” Her eyes fell from his face, to the newspaper that lay on the table. “Do you read the paper every day?” 

Liam turned to see the beautiful Princess Adeline, and he immediately softened. “Just you,” he repeated, laughing slightly. “I should be groveling right now. Really, I’m so sorry.” He handed her more napkins, locking eyes with her security detail and exchanging a nod. “I’ve been jet-lagged, you know, and getting back to normal. I really don’t normally assault people with hot beverages in their hands. I’m so sorry.”

Remembering himself, he cleared his throat, nodding as he listened. “I understand. A worthy escape from the rain, I’d say.” His eyes remained on her face, even as she dropped her eyes. She was beautiful; that much was true. She had always and will always be beautiful. But she had always and will always be Arabella’s cousin, not to mention the princess to whom she is lady-in-waiting. Some boundaries remained because of that position, boundaries that Liam did not normally make.  Because of that, they were flimsy--he knew that with a decent enough push, he could break past them--but still they existed.

He realized he hadn’t answered. He nodded. “I try to, yes. It’s becoming harder and harder to carve out the time for it, but I do try.” He flipped to the front page, something about a far-off war and atrocities for which people like him did not have to care, and he was thankful for that position. “Always a humbling, important moment when I realize that for all my doubts and worries and fears, they pale in comparison with most everyone else.”

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arabellabuchanan:

Arabella breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that it was Liam that Piper was so infatuated with. “Sometimes, I think she likes you more than she likes me,” Arabella joked, greeting Liam with a short and affectionate kiss. “The Christmas lights are nice, but you give them some competition. I’m glad you’re back,” she told him, rather genuinely. Just because she did not love him did not mean that she did not enjoy his company. Her feelings towards Liam were rather complex, but they were positive ones. 

“Tell me all about your adventures,” Arabella prompted as the pair walked, her holding Piper in her arms. She knew that she was not supposed to tell Liam anything about Charlotte being missing, and she tried to avoid such a conversation. “How was it? The food? The sights?” she asked excitedly.

“The highest of compliments,” he replied, returning her kiss easily. He let his palm rest on her cheek for a moment as he smiled. “You’re too kind to me, Arabella. You’ll single-handedly keep my ego at its highest level.” He turned as they began to walk, wondering how to start.

“Well, you must know how disappointed I was to miss the Christmas Party,” he began, sighing. “Especially since you couldn’t come along. Your light was missed,” he drew his hand down to the small of her back. “But it was beautiful. Warm, for one thing. My God, is this what they mean by global warning? But anyway, it was lovely. The only thing bringing me back here with any semblance of a smile was the thought of you,” he smiled, holding her closer to him. And the promise of scooping up any broken pieces from theatrics of the Christmas party. “Tell me, though, my sweet--what’s changed in your circle? What have I missed?” This conversation was much more interesting to Liam anyway.

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tobybuchanan:

Ever since he came back from the states, he happened to acquire a taste for coffee. He didn’t have it often, knowing that he could sometimes be a lot more hyper than needed, but sometimes he felt as if he needed it. The Holidays were a strange time, and it often caused him to have an incredibly hard time sleeping, mainly because the guilt of not being as close to his family often weighed him down. 

Watching some of the coffee on the floor, Toby shook his head. Of course he had to run into his sister’s fiance. Of course. He tried to keep his distaste for this marriage on the down low, but with a situation like this, it was hard. “Oh, no worries.” Toby announced reassuringly with a smile. “It didn’t get on me, I’m not too concerned.” He shrugged. “You might want to practice your newspaper turning skills though.” He chuckled, trying to indicate that he was joking. 

Liam looked up to see Toby. Tobias Buchanan. His future brother-in-law, unless external circumstances drew Liam away in time to break things off. Liam returned a smile, not buying Toby’s own. “Don’t be ridiculous,” he replied, his manners a bit over-the-top given the situation. “I can’t have my beloved’s brother go without coffee.” This was unnecessary, and Liam knew it. Tobias was there when Arabella was but sixteen, and Liam was an established university graduate ready to court her to be married. And yet he couldn’t help himself.

He refused his first reaction of bristling when his newspaper turning was criticized, instead matching Toby’s chuckle. “Ah, of course I should. But then we wouldn’t be having a conversation, would we?” Liam smiled again. He clapped him on the back. “Do you have a moment? I would just...” he paused, taking a breath before continuing. “I would just love to get to know you better. I fear that we haven’t, and that’s no way to treat family.”

[willyouhenstridge-blog]

And then, despite all the chaos that had been surrounding the family for weeks now, it was Christmas Eve. Everyone had their own little celebrations with family and friends and all restaurants were booked full. When he was young, he had been forced to spend every Christmas Eve with his father. They’d sit at the far ends of each table and eat their dinner awkwardly. But after their encounter a few days prior, he doubted that they would be getting together tonight. He didn’t bother to check. He had tried contacting friends, but all were busy with their families or he perhaps those were just excuses meaning that he just wasn’t welcome. 

With no one expecting him, William was at a loss of what to do. He couldn’t spend it like any other Saturday night. Clubs were deserted and pubs were filled with drunkards and junkies trying to find comfort. He would not sink to their level. Instead, he hung around the palace and the surrounding areas. The soft lulling of Christmas songs and carols from behind the windows numbed him. It was better than worrying about whether his father still expected him and what would happen if he did, as well as keep his mind off of Charlotte’s disappearance. He’d never been close to anyone but Nicholas, but having a family member go missing was still something that would keep one’s mind occupied. Occupied so much, that at first he didn’t even notice that, despite his disguise, someone recognised him. Thank God it was someone he knew, as he was not up to dealing with someone wanting to take a picture right now. “Shouldn’t you be celebrating Christmas?” 

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Liam was at the end of his patience for even himself. So this is what he had come to? Skulking around the palace at Christmastime, waiting to hear information that was valuable to him. Waiting to see one of the princesses, particularly. He couldn’t even give the excuse by then that he was waiting for Arabella; she had her own duties during Christmas. And yet he had nothing else to do. The idleness of those in a palace was an idleness rarely discussed, one that he had not prepared himself for.

He wandered. He concerned himself with looking at every inch available for observation, every pair of eyes willing to meet his. He had to admit that he was restless; the holidays presented more than enough opportunities to become close with the princesses, but he had missed the main event of the Christmas party. And now it seemed as thought he could not pin a royal down if he was trying his damnedest.  He stepped outside to smoke, clear his mind just a bit with the one vice that he held without his father’s knowledge.

And he was greeted with William. Liam paused, taking a moment too long to decide to go back inside before William noticed him. Now he had to stay. He sighed, and leaned against a column, lighting up. “Shouldn’t you?”

“How’re you holding up, William?” he asked, looking out at the grounds. “What is new in the world of the Prince of Kent?” His words had a biting edge to them, something that he hoped William would not be bothered by. Liam wasn’t feeling up to caring for a prince’s hurt feelings. “Why aren’t you off finding your holly jollies somewhere?”

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zahra-dandekar:

Zahra had been sent to bring Sophia a coffee as the princess waited in the car. Why one of her ladies-in-waiting could not do it, Zahra didn’t know, and it was not her place to ask why. Maybe because in France it had just been the two of them. But in France, it had been safer, with just Sophia’s household, and no one in or out that Zahra did not approve of. Some thought it was equally safe here, but Zahra knew better. Admittedly, the car was the safest place for Sophia to be, but that still did not explain why one of the ladies-in-waiting could not go into the coffee shop they had stopped at on the way back from town, or why they couldn’t wait until they had their tea back at the palace.

Most likely, it was so Sophia and her ladies could chat and catch up on everything that had happened while they were apart. And the fact that the ladies were still higher in nobility than Zahra would ever be.

It did not help Zahra’s mood when the coffee was knocked out of her hand by a stray elbow.

Biting her tongue, Zahra counted to three. “It’s fine.”

Liam turned to see who it was, and was surprised to see someone beautiful...and familiar. “Don’t be ridiculous. Here,” he handed her the money and then rose, not wanting his shoes to have coffee on them. Besides, his newspaper was ruined, so there was no reason to stick around. “I know you, don’t I?” He stuck out his hand as they rejoined the line for coffee, “Liam Harrington.”

He considered her for a long time. “Am I right in connecting you to Princess Sophia?” he was quiet. He didn’t so much attention on them both. “How is she?” He knew he couldn’t talk much in public, but when one was consistently trying to climb the social ladder like Liam was, one took every chance that presented itself to find out information. 

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Liam was staring pensively out the frosty window, aware of how dramatic he looked to any passers-by. It didn’t matter. He didn’t have the energy to put on a tight smile. It was nothing emotional. No, he was only jet-lagged, only physically exhausted and altogether bitter that he was in the cold once again. He sipped the last of his coffee mug’s contents and opened the paper on the table. It flopped a corner, and he sighed louder than the volume for which the situation called. He ruffled the paper, adjusting it roughly so that it was straight.

His elbow bent outwards, knocking into someone who was walking by. Liam clicked his tongue, hearing and seeing the coffee splatter onto the floor. Well, this day is just ridiculous. “I’ll buy you another,” he sighed, folding the newspaper on the table and reaching for his wallet. “My apologies.”

[parisadavani]

“Piper! Stop! Come back!” Arabella called after her bichon frise running through the palace grounds. Cursing herself for choosing to wear pumps that day, Arabella ran awkwardly yet as quickly as possible behind her pup. Seeing Piper come to a stop in front of someone and begging them to be pet, Arabella stopped and looked at the person apologetically. “Sorry, she gets really excited when she sees Christmas lights. And people. I guess she’s just really excited.”

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Liam stepped out of the doors, having been told by the doorman where he could find his fiancee.  He had to admit there was a piece of him excited to see her. There was a comfort with her that he didn’t quite have the words for yet, and wasn’t particularly interested in exploring. Still, he wanted to sit with Arabella, and, truthfully, relax with her again. They had worked to establish their comfort. He would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy her company. And that is what all little boys dreamed of when they thought of their wife, wasn’t it?

He laughed when she called out to Piper, and bent down to scratch the dog behind the ears. He smiled up at Arabella, “Right. It’s the Christmas lights she’s excited to see. Not me at all.”

“What about you?” he asked, standing up to see her. “More excited about the Christmas lights than me?”

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