LIZZABET III

Official RP Page of BIZANKA 

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Read Only....Predator

"Where is he?!" Elexa was being followed by a slew of knights as she broke her way through the double doors of Morris' office. "I demand to speak to my brother, right now, where is he?"

Elexa approached Morris' butler.

"Madam...you are causing too much of a stir, why don't you have a seat and we will go get him for you."

Elexa scoffed, "Oh no you don't. You're not about to fool me into thinking that you're going to go get him. Last time, you had me sent away and I will not. I have the born right to know where my brother is and you have the right to tell me...now WHERE is he??!" Elexa stepped so close to the man that he could see every little vein in her eyes. "Tell me."

"Enough." A stern voice echoed throughout the room. Morris stood there and looked on as Elexa embarked on her dramatic plagues. "What are you rising your voice about? Why are you in Devereux's face?"

"I don't think you want the answer to that big brother...I heard the Princess was here. Where is she?"

A sudden change of attitude overcame Morris and instantly he softened.

"So she's here." Elexa stared her brother down through a slight lid gaze. "Wow...just when I thought you changed."

Morris turned to his knights and his servants. "Leave us please, I'm fine....go on."

Everyone started to file out leaving the two siblings standing in the middle of the floor.

"If you think for one second, that you are going to get away with it, you've got another thing coming. I had your back...when your own brother betrayed you by denying you an oath to keep silent. All it takes is one time and he's in."

Morris looked at Elexa and then out to the windows. He walked over. Through its pane you can see the stream and cabin sitting on it...she was still there, waiting for him. He looked out and let out a deep sigh. "You don't understand....I have a deep longing for not just her but her love."

"AND her throne."

Morris cut his head toward her. "You don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh brother, but I do..." Elexa walked up to him. "How dare you? How dare you deny right in front of my face that you have no intention behind messing with this girl. You have gotten into trouble before behind your fooling with underaged girls and the family covered for you, I covered for you! YOU PROMISED MORRIS!"

"This is different Elexa. Back then I was foolish...and I wasn't thinking clearly. Arianna is different."

"I don't believe you..." Tears started to fill Elexa's eyes. "You are lying to my face. You have never lied to me. You know how you are...so you thought of a plan...." Elexa's eyes got big..."Oh wow....I know exactly why you made our brother the heir...it's in plain sight....I finally caught on to you. You are romancing this woman because you know your days are numbered on the throne...so you go after the one person who could make you Prince consort...and when her mother and father pass, you will be the King Consort.....wow...and she has no children does she?" Elexa frowned. "Its all apart of your pla---"

A cold felt slap ran across Elexa's cheek. It stung her soul. The hurt was evident. Morris had never raised a hand to her. Sir. Caden probably would have got a rise out of it.

"What you speak is false...I need you to stay out of my affairs, and when I tell you to leave it alone, you do that, I am STILL your Duke."

"Arianna will be around her more...you will respect her and treat her as such. You understand?"

"Yes." Elexa clutched her necklace tight and slowly walked out of the office.

Morris massaged the bridge of his nose.

"Sir...everything okay?" Devereaux stuck his head in. "Tell the Princess that something has come up and I will talk to her soon.

TBC

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SPEED DATING (OPEN)

Christian stood on top of the bridge that connected his house to his backyard. Creek Manor was really a beauty...it's mystic atmosphere reminded him so much of his father. He was a man that held so many mysteries to him. Christian only saw partially of the "real him." His father was always in a bubble. It was him and his city, thats it. When it came to raising Christian, the only thing he really instilled in him, was to respect his city. To always hold admiration for the people, because it was the people who either could make you or break you. You'd have to win them over in order to make your legacy one for the books. You didn't want to rule people who hated your guts. The people were waiting on Christian to settle down, but he wasn't ready for that just yet. He wanted to explore, and get to know his potentials. Having a first Duchess of Creek Manor was important to him, and he wanted to make sure he had the perfect type, the perfect one.

This was his seventh date this week...Monday night was special, but also overbearing. The lady was so respectful and delightful to talk to, but she was over doing it. She had agreed with everything that he said, Christian loathed a yes sir lady. He wanted someone that could possibly debate him, or someone who held different views on life. It reminded him of Prince Hakeem on Coming to America...."Yes your highness, whatever you like....whatever you like..." HUGE turn off. It sucked to, cause she was sexy as fuck.

Tuesday? Okay...she was too damn old. This lady was in her late 40's...Christian loved the MILFS, however, it wasn't his type. He respected them on so many levels though, but it threw him back to his mother...and that aint a flex.

Wednesday...she was shy. Cute, but too shy, can be an overkill.

Thursday...He fucked this one, cause thats what she wanted the most. The fleshy part of him didn't mind, but a lady who wants to fuck on the first date? Is not a lady for him. He enjoyed it though.

Friday...boring.

Saturday...these were twins...they were interesting. One was really likable, but she did everything her twin did, which was hard because it was like he was dating just one person. It was an instant no for him. Christian did, however, like that they could do some magic in the sheets. It was an experience that he wouldn't forget. Again though, fucking on the first, wasn't his thing, but he wasn't going to turn it down.

Now, here we are....Sunday. It was his resting day, but he didn't mind giving it another shot. He allowed the guest to come to his own home, which is something he usually didn't do. Christian was looking out at the water, when he heard a pretty voice...that was a plus, because it got him to turn around.

"Why hello..." He extended his hand, "Christian...you are....?"

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Jade still didn't know why she was convinced to do this whole speed dating thing. Perhaps it was her relatives' way of telling her that she needed a life outside of music and her studies. Her mother was definitely pushing her towards a more vibrant social life. Since her father was murdered, Jade pretty much kept to herself. However, she was getting older, and it's been years since then. It was about time to put herself out there more. So, here she was, in her green and black dress, hair and makeup done, looking to see what happens.

This blind dating situation led Jade to a big mansion. This one was her mother's doing. As the Director General of the National Crime Agency, her mom knew pretty much everyone. Whether or not that would help Jade would be anyone's guess. But, for her mom, Jade gave it a shot.

After being let in by the butler of the home, Jade was led to the backyard area. His back was turned to her, looking at the water. She made her presence known with a soft "hello."

He turned around and greeted her with a smile. He was, indeed, very handsome. Okay, mom... you may know what you're talking about, she thought to herself. Placing her hand in his, she introduced herself. "I'm Jade," she said. "Nice to meet you."

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"Nice to meet you." He extended his hand and put it to his lips to kiss it. It was a royal thing to do. "You caught me in my thoughts. I was contemplating canceling, but now that I see who I will be spending this evening with, I'm glad I didn't listen my gut time." He smiled. "Don't take offense to that statement by the way, It's internal thing that I have been battling. Dating recently, haven't been successful, I won't lie to you."

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"If by any chance you feel uncomfortable, let me know."

Morris held Arianna's hand as they walked around his estate. It was a beautiful Sunday, and the two have been talking since the Fall Social. Of course Morris was a gentleman that night. He and Arianna kept it strictly platonic, but there was definitely sexual tension between them and it was still lingering.

With just her hand in his, it send waves up his spine, made his neck hairs stand...thats just what she did to him. "I know it's not everyday you speak to someone who is of a more mature age, you're okay with that right? Are you okay with me being more intimate with you?

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[pennedbyeve]

Arianna thought she was imagining things between the two of them.

His question almost made her crawl out of her skin with excitement. A faint blush came across her cheeks.

“I don’t mean to sound super eager, but I’m definitely more than okay with it.”

Him asking first rather than assuming made her feel more at ease even more than she thought.

His hands were warm and made her feel safe and protected so she knew that momentum would definitely continue.

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"I have this...beautiful cabin out back...just a mile ahead...would you like to go there with me?"

The cabin was shared by the Belviar family. It has been on their land for many years. The Cabin was near a stream that went all through his estate. It was man-made. His father was a huge fan and softie for water and water sports. He wanted his own lake, pond, and stream. If he could have a man-built ocean he could have did that too. Morris felt connected to his father at that cabin. He'd talk to him there...clear his mind, cry, be angry, it was his most vulnerable spot, a place that he never took anyone until now.

[pennedbyeve]

Who was she to say no, the opportunity sounded lovely.

She looked at him, “Yes let us go.”

There wasn’t anything to rain on this parade so with her head held high she was feeling pretty good.

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Up at the Cabin, Morris opened it's doors and everything was how he had left it. His maiden's would come clean it for him if he asked them to, but since it was already in great condition, he didn't feel the need to bother them about it.

"Well this is it."

It was enchanting to say the least. Morris was huge on tradition. Unlike the other current Duke's, Morris upheld his families rules and guidelines, and he had never changed his way of how he did things. That was why so many of the elders loved him dearly as their Grand Duke and was afraid that Sir. Caden would modernize it. (Which in all honesty, it really needed.)

The only thing Morris did that wasn't traditional, was how he dealt with women. He never really saw age being an issue for him. If he liked it, he liked it, there wasn't anything stopping him from pursuing those that he wanted and that included Arianna. He wanted her, and it was forbidden in Belviar. If anyone had found out about him being intimate with the princess, Belviar would go into an uproar and he'd be out for sure. Why do you think he cast Caden as his heir this soon? Morris knew...he knew that he wanted Arianna the first time he laid eyes on her. He knew that it was a risk and he was willing to take it.

Morris watched as she gave herself a tour. He saw her smile...how delightful it was. It was like she had never been in a cabin before, he wouldn't be surprised. Princesses were so groomed, outdoors was a place they didn't really spend most of their time.

"Do you like it?" He walked up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulder. "You are the only woman to see it...I have never bought anyone that I was interested in here. You're the first."

[pennedbyeve]

This was stuff that felt like pretend or make believe. As a princess she felt like no one truly wanted to get to know who she was beyond the crown. She had never experienced anything with this sort of magnitude so this was eye opening to say the least.

She had a pure heart and pure intentions and with Morris around it opened her eyes to a lot more than she could even imagine possible, as she looked in awe of the cabin this was beautiful.

When he said she was the first woman he had ever brought to this place even as serene and quiet as this she was honored, she looked over her shoulder.

“Do I like it? No, I love it.” Which was the truth.

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"It's now ours."

[pennedbyeve]

She raises an eyebrow, “Ours? Like mine and yours?!” She was shocked.

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“Is that okay?,” he asked as he opened the blinds to the sunroom they were standing in. He tied the curtains up. Right out the window you could see the stream and lake. It was really a sight to see if you were there.

“This is my gift to you Princess. As long as you can share it with me.”

As mentioned before, Morris was traditional. He believed in order to capture his future love’s heart, was to gift her with something important to him. It was a sample of courting. Material things aren’t always his main approach, this was only phase one of all he had in store for her up until he made her his.

“Please accept.” He took her hand into his. “It would be an honor for me to experience my most deepest vulnerabilities with you. I feel you wouldn’t exploit them or use them against me. Instead, share with me and allow yourself to also trust and be vulnerable with me.”

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📲: You didn't block me?

@ahazeyplayground

[ahazeyplayground]

📱: Should have I? 

[qxnlizzabetiii]

📲: No...just shocked, your court aint make you.

[qxnlizzabetiii]

Creek Manor Estates, Home to Sir. Christian Levi, The Duke of Creek Manor

[qxnlizzabetiii]

Instagram: @whereyoaspen 

So I did thing today, you guys like it? Before you judge me, they’re temporary. 🙄

[ahazeyplayground]

Regular Schedule [Open]

“I just wanted to thank everybody for coming out to another Paint and Sip. I like to give the people something chill to come out to every Saturday, so please indulge in everything that we are offering.” Wes had been throwing a Paint and Sip in downtown London for the past three months, and it was a success each time. The press calmed he was too much of a party boy, so this was his solution to show the he was versatile. It was open for all ranges of people, so it always was a good time.

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This was Aspen’s second time going to the paint and sip ran by one of her close friends. She always encouraged Wes to do what he wanted when it came to entrepreneurship. The paint and sip was great idea for London as it was an American thing, and bringing this type of vibe to the UK, was fresh and new. Prior, she went with her girlfriends. Tonight, she had a “potential”. 

Potentials, are lucky. To be in the presence of Aspen itself wasn’t something that you could just up and do. This guy had to go through a background check just like all the rest.They had to be of some sort of prestige and approved by the  Grand Duke, which was her father. All men had to be approved. She somewhat approved of a few of them, tonight, was an exception. He was a Harvard Graduate from the States. He moved to London to attend Medical School. He then graduated from there and is now a very popular surgeon within the region. The only reason she was entertaining him tonight, was because he nearly wouldn’t stop bothering her. She figured to shut him up, she’d invite him tonight.

After getting through the whole camera show outside, she was approached by Wes. Okay, it was safe to say that their friendship was somewhat complicated at times. They did their own thing, but you know how that goes. She clearly liked him, and so forth, but their friendship was just too special to just mess up. She didn’t want that. She felt he felt the same, so it had always been just a dust under the rug kind of thing. He also never really approved of anyone, yet, she was very accepting of any woman he’d be entertaining. That was the difference between the two. She was nicer than he was. 

“Wes, like always its a whole vibe.” She gave him a hug and stood to the side, “This is Dr. Eiland…”

“Brad” he extended his hand. 

“We wanted to come show support tonight, and have some painting fun” She chimed in. 

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The Black Elite coming to his events wasn’t rare, but at times could be unexpected. Growing up around that environment made him used to it, but the everyday person got star struck. This event was a lowkey one, but he wasn’t going to turn away anybody willing to pay. Plus, Aspen was a personal friend. 

They’re relationship was one the tabloids would love to figure out. Wes was young and making sure he didn’t jump into anything serious anytime soon, besides she was a Royal and that meant red tape. His mother told him stories about how the first family was always good to his grandmother, but he could tell there was always something else to the story. That’s honestly why he never went serious with Aspen, it was too mysterious when thinking of the Black Elite and the families in power. After the assassination of Duke Thomas Velour of Wales the commoners stopped dreaming of joining the inner circle. However, Aspen had an energy that always drew Wes in. 

“Thanks for gracing us with your presence Duchess.” He smiled as he bowed, because he knew she hated the formalities. “Ooo, a doctor this time.” Wes looked at his hand before sipping his drink. 

It was strange, because Wes had a territorial attitude about Aspen. Yes, he understood he didn’t want to go serious so she was free to do as she pleased, but he always chalked it up to having an American dad, and taking on some of his toxic traits. 

“Thank you both for coming. Tonight is an experienced crowd, so the picture on the menu is none other than the Mona Lisa. Of course we couldn’t get the original tonight, booking conflicts, so I did a replica. If I don’t say so myself, it almost looks identical.” Wes chuckled lowly. 

Growing up around the Royals did have it’s perks. Once his mother saw his interest in paintings, she put him in classes to hone his skills. Right now, he was just showing off. Aspen already knew the paintings the crowd copied were replicas made by him. 

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Chewing her tongue, she looked between the two and ignored the little dig he did when he mentioned “this time.” Aspen brushed it off and took the Dr.’s hand. “You can save the bow…” She cheesed some more, fighting back the urge to talk shit to him, because she was with the Dr., she didn’t want him going back and stating how distasteful she was, cause she really could be if she needed to, especially when dealing with her friends. One of the things she hated about being an Elite, being royalty, was the fact that she had to keep this mask on. All Aspen wanted was to be free of all the rules and regulations of being a Duchess and just be herself….thats what Wes’ importance was to her. She felt she could be herself always with him.

Brad took his hand back and raised a brow. “Well alright.” He held the small of Aspen’s back, “Nice meeting you too.”

Aspen gave Wes a look, “Thank you for having the event again, I enjoyed myself last time and I expect the have the same good time.” She looked around and tried to pre-spot a seat. 

She looked at the picture of Mona Lisa…”It does…” She turned to Brad, “Wes has been able to paint since I could remember…he’s very serious about his. work, you should see his gallery…full of—

“Yes, I am sure of it.” He cut her off. “Ready to have a seat?”

Aspen nodded…”Yea…sure.” She half smiled. “Wes, I hope your painting sessions is successful yet again, not because I’m here,” she decided to dig back at him from earlier, but because, you know….you’re good and what not.” 

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Wes could tell the Doc was getting uneasy. He never intentional tried to make her male friends feel uncomfortable, but the Help and Royal intertwining was a story adored by the masses. “No need to scope out the venue, I already had security clear out a spot for you. I know last time you loved sitting in the back.” It would put her behind everybody else, so hopefully their eyes would stay forward. Last time he had to ask a few people to leave, because they were focused on her and not the painting. 

“Last time you did help me turn it up at the end. Bentley, get enough shots in her and you might get a dance from the Duch, but let me go check on the guest. Nice meeting you Benny.” Her security smirked, Wes had a tight bond with them so they knew all about his MO. 

As much as he wanted to stick around, and shake things up, Wes knew he had a job to do. Besides, Brad would probably be gone before he made his way back around. 

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Aspen had the most fun when she was able to do what she liked. Art was one of those things. She wasn’t as good as Wes, but with being friends with him, it was a perk of hers, learning something new. From different angles of brush strokes to different mediums to use, Wes had taught her all she knew so far. Brad had to hear the stories of how she started to paint and why she loved it so much. It wasn’t her fault that Wes’ name was mentioned more than once. With this, Brad had to change the subject.

“What other hobbies do you enjoy?” He smiled at her, then went back to his own painting.

“Well..” she couldn’t wait to start this conversation. She loved when anyone asked about what she loved and enjoyed to do.

“I have a green thumb,” she admitted.”Flowers, plants, trees, I love all of it. I would like to have a club for little green thumbs…children,” she smiled at the thought. “Have little potting classes, and even use painting to paint those pots and such.” Children were a joy for Aspen. Those little guys and girls always had a spot in her heart. “What about you?”

“First Lady St. Matthew, I love the fact that you want to do an environmental duty for our kids…I appreciate hearing that from you. You’d be amazed with how much children like to be connected to nature and the planet itself,  it’s really remarkable to see.” Brad leaned in closer to her and immediately Aspen’s heart started to beat a little more faster than usual. To be touched by a man, even ever so slightly was enough for her blood to start bubbling…her stomach to knot, and her face to show a flushes of red. Connecting on a level such as this was pleasing to her.

“I…try,” she blushed. “Do you love Children?” 

“I have one,” he admitted. 

“Really…boy? girl?,” she peaked interest. 

“A boy…Phillip..he’s a charmer, you’d love him.”

“I bet I would…does he enjoy painting as well?”

“He adores it.” Brad smiled.

Aspen’s eyes were lighting up. “I love that you love to talk about him. You talk about him with pride. I love that.” She bit her lip a little…”Tell me more about you…” 

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In all seriousness Wes wanted the best for Aspen. Her love life was more complicated than his, and it was because of who she was. The whole idea that the Elite was a tight knit group was an understatement. He always assumed they tolerated Wes because of the family ties, but deep down he knew even if he tried her father would turn him away. It was a harsh reality, but one he accepted a long time ago. 

“You’re using too much force when doing the hair.” He stopped at a random lady, and showed her the right way. Wes took her hand in his, and started stroking lightly. “The trick with hair is to effortlessly apply pressure, or you’re not going to define the texture of the hair correctly.” 

At this point he had an audience, and cameras on him. The attention wasn’t needed, but he never turned it away. It helped with his businesses, but never understood why he never sold any of his paintings. To him it was the most vulnerable part of him, and giving that side of him to people was hard. Aspen had only seen ten of the fifty original pieces he had at his home. To say his art was a part of him would be an understatement. 

Once he was done teaching he travelled through the room, finally making his way back to the guests of honor. 

“We all good back here, can I get them to get you anything?” 

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When Wes took the moment with one of his lady customers, of course all eyes and ears went to him. Hearing him speak, Aspen took her eyes off of Brad and laid them on Wes. She watched as he touched the young ladies hand. Aspen tilted her head in wonder, thinking about the times he had touched her hand int that same way. Her breathing got a little heavy, it seemed everything was going in slow motion. She watched his lips move and found herself lost in thought. The way he demanded a room, you’d think he was an Elite himself. The fact that he held such power with those around him, aroused her.

“My Lady…” Brad said again, “Do you need anything?”

Aspen looked at Brad and didn’t even know Wes was by them now asking if they had a need for anything. 

“Oh, why…sure, water,” she only could reply. “Some water.” 

Aspen spoke to Brad as if he needed an explanation, “You know, I have a dry mouth…for some odd reason, just a thirst…” She kept explaining. 

“No need to explain, Aspen, HE will make sure to get you some.” Brad looked at Wes, “Water…please…servant.” 

Aspen turned her head and eyes quickly, “What…”

Brad, embarrassed, “I do apologize, I’m so used to saying it…I didn’t mean any harm.”

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Wes chuckled with a stampede of confidence in his belly. This scenario he knew all too well. The Elite could never take that he evolved with the times, and commanded his own before giving it. “You know Brad, cracking a man of higher status over the head is only jail time if the police are called.” Yes, it could hurt his reputation, but that could always be fixed. Back in the old days he would possibly be hung for a loose tongue, but times had change and words never signified punishment. The snootiness of the DOCTOR would have got an immediate reaction from Wes, but this was his event.

“I think it’s time for your guest to go, plus we all know I’ll take better care of you.” 

He spoke to her, but continued looking at him.  

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Brad stood up to size Wes, and to Aspen’s surprise,  she had no idea where this was coming from. “Excuse me, Brad, please....Just let’s go.”

Brad looked at Wes and then over at Aspen...”I’m good alone.” He took his phone off of the table and snatched his scarf. “When you’re ready to be serious, and I mean, serious, you let me know.” He turned around and left Aspen there...which was bold of him one, but very disrespectful.  A little embarrassed herself, she started to gather her things.

“Sorry he called you that.” Aspen was busy on her things. “I’ll finish my Mona later, maybe...save it for me.” She was so wrapped up in getting her things, she didn’t make any eye contact. “So rude...” She shook her head, a long time ago, that doctor would have been hung or a head chopped off...times did change, and for once, she wished she had the authority to off him. 

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//Instagram: HisRoyalHighnezz//

Another one to add to the books.

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//Instagram: GrandDukeofBelviar//

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“I love a ball, I love the idea of being dolled up and pampered just to walk a floor. My mother taught me the true meaning of grace, though I don’t like the royal life, I do like this..this I like.”

[ahazeyplayground]

Regular Schedule [Open]

“I just wanted to thank everybody for coming out to another Paint and Sip. I like to give the people something chill to come out to every Saturday, so please indulge in everything that we are offering.” Wes had been throwing a Paint and Sip in downtown London for the past three months, and it was a success each time. The press calmed he was too much of a party boy, so this was his solution to show the he was versatile. It was open for all ranges of people, so it always was a good time.

[qxnlizzabetiii]

This was Aspen’s second time going to the paint and sip ran by one of her close friends. She always encouraged Wes to do what he wanted when it came to entrepreneurship. The paint and sip was great idea for London as it was an American thing, and bringing this type of vibe to the UK, was fresh and new. Prior, she went with her girlfriends. Tonight, she had a “potential”. 

Potentials, are lucky. To be in the presence of Aspen itself wasn’t something that you could just up and do. This guy had to go through a background check just like all the rest.They had to be of some sort of prestige and approved by the  Grand Duke, which was her father. All men had to be approved. She somewhat approved of a few of them, tonight, was an exception. He was a Harvard Graduate from the States. He moved to London to attend Medical School. He then graduated from there and is now a very popular surgeon within the region. The only reason she was entertaining him tonight, was because he nearly wouldn’t stop bothering her. She figured to shut him up, she’d invite him tonight.

After getting through the whole camera show outside, she was approached by Wes. Okay, it was safe to say that their friendship was somewhat complicated at times. They did their own thing, but you know how that goes. She clearly liked him, and so forth, but their friendship was just too special to just mess up. She didn’t want that. She felt he felt the same, so it had always been just a dust under the rug kind of thing. He also never really approved of anyone, yet, she was very accepting of any woman he’d be entertaining. That was the difference between the two. She was nicer than he was. 

“Wes, like always its a whole vibe.” She gave him a hug and stood to the side, “This is Dr. Eiland…”

“Brad” he extended his hand. 

“We wanted to come show support tonight, and have some painting fun” She chimed in. 

[ahazeyplayground]

The Black Elite coming to his events wasn’t rare, but at times could be unexpected. Growing up around that environment made him used to it, but the everyday person got star struck. This event was a lowkey one, but he wasn’t going to turn away anybody willing to pay. Plus, Aspen was a personal friend. 

They’re relationship was one the tabloids would love to figure out. Wes was young and making sure he didn’t jump into anything serious anytime soon, besides she was a Royal and that meant red tape. His mother told him stories about how the first family was always good to his grandmother, but he could tell there was always something else to the story. That’s honestly why he never went serious with Aspen, it was too mysterious when thinking of the Black Elite and the families in power. After the assassination of Duke Thomas Velour of Wales the commoners stopped dreaming of joining the inner circle. However, Aspen had an energy that always drew Wes in. 

“Thanks for gracing us with your presence Duchess.” He smiled as he bowed, because he knew she hated the formalities. “Ooo, a doctor this time.” Wes looked at his hand before sipping his drink. 

It was strange, because Wes had a territorial attitude about Aspen. Yes, he understood he didn’t want to go serious so she was free to do as she pleased, but he always chalked it up to having an American dad, and taking on some of his toxic traits. 

“Thank you both for coming. Tonight is an experienced crowd, so the picture on the menu is none other than the Mona Lisa. Of course we couldn’t get the original tonight, booking conflicts, so I did a replica. If I don’t say so myself, it almost looks identical.” Wes chuckled lowly. 

Growing up around the Royals did have it’s perks. Once his mother saw his interest in paintings, she put him in classes to hone his skills. Right now, he was just showing off. Aspen already knew the paintings the crowd copied were replicas made by him. 

[qxnlizzabetiii]

Chewing her tongue, she looked between the two and ignored the little dig he did when he mentioned “this time.” Aspen brushed it off and took the Dr.’s hand. “You can save the bow…” She cheesed some more, fighting back the urge to talk shit to him, because she was with the Dr., she didn’t want him going back and stating how distasteful she was, cause she really could be if she needed to, especially when dealing with her friends. One of the things she hated about being an Elite, being royalty, was the fact that she had to keep this mask on. All Aspen wanted was to be free of all the rules and regulations of being a Duchess and just be herself….thats what Wes’ importance was to her. She felt she could be herself always with him.

Brad took his hand back and raised a brow. “Well alright.” He held the small of Aspen’s back, “Nice meeting you too.”

Aspen gave Wes a look, “Thank you for having the event again, I enjoyed myself last time and I expect the have the same good time.” She looked around and tried to pre-spot a seat. 

She looked at the picture of Mona Lisa…”It does…” She turned to Brad, “Wes has been able to paint since I could remember…he’s very serious about his. work, you should see his gallery…full of—

“Yes, I am sure of it.” He cut her off. “Ready to have a seat?”

Aspen nodded…”Yea…sure.” She half smiled. “Wes, I hope your painting sessions is successful yet again, not because I’m here,” she decided to dig back at him from earlier, but because, you know….you’re good and what not.” 

[ahazeyplayground]

Wes could tell the Doc was getting uneasy. He never intentional tried to make her male friends feel uncomfortable, but the Help and Royal intertwining was a story adored by the masses. “No need to scope out the venue, I already had security clear out a spot for you. I know last time you loved sitting in the back.” It would put her behind everybody else, so hopefully their eyes would stay forward. Last time he had to ask a few people to leave, because they were focused on her and not the painting. 

“Last time you did help me turn it up at the end. Bentley, get enough shots in her and you might get a dance from the Duch, but let me go check on the guest. Nice meeting you Benny.” Her security smirked, Wes had a tight bond with them so they knew all about his MO. 

As much as he wanted to stick around, and shake things up, Wes knew he had a job to do. Besides, Brad would probably be gone before he made his way back around. 

[qxnlizzabetiii]

Aspen had the most fun when she was able to do what she liked. Art was one of those things. She wasn’t as good as Wes, but with being friends with him, it was a perk of hers, learning something new. From different angles of brush strokes to different mediums to use, Wes had taught her all she knew so far. Brad had to hear the stories of how she started to paint and why she loved it so much. It wasn’t her fault that Wes’ name was mentioned more than once. With this, Brad had to change the subject.

“What other hobbies do you enjoy?” He smiled at her, then went back to his own painting.

“Well..” she couldn’t wait to start this conversation. She loved when anyone asked about what she loved and enjoyed to do.

“I have a green thumb,” she admitted.”Flowers, plants, trees, I love all of it. I would like to have a club for little green thumbs…children,” she smiled at the thought. “Have little potting classes, and even use painting to paint those pots and such.” Children were a joy for Aspen. Those little guys and girls always had a spot in her heart. “What about you?”

“First Lady St. Matthew, I love the fact that you want to do an environmental duty for our kids…I appreciate hearing that from you. You’d be amazed with how much children like to be connected to nature and the planet itself,  it’s really remarkable to see.” Brad leaned in closer to her and immediately Aspen’s heart started to beat a little more faster than usual. To be touched by a man, even ever so slightly was enough for her blood to start bubbling…her stomach to knot, and her face to show a flushes of red. Connecting on a level such as this was pleasing to her.

“I…try,” she blushed. “Do you love Children?” 

“I have one,” he admitted. 

“Really…boy? girl?,” she peaked interest. 

“A boy…Phillip..he’s a charmer, you’d love him.”

“I bet I would…does he enjoy painting as well?”

“He adores it.” Brad smiled.

Aspen’s eyes were lighting up. “I love that you love to talk about him. You talk about him with pride. I love that.” She bit her lip a little…”Tell me more about you…” 

[ahazeyplayground]

In all seriousness Wes wanted the best for Aspen. Her love life was more complicated than his, and it was because of who she was. The whole idea that the Elite was a tight knit group was an understatement. He always assumed they tolerated Wes because of the family ties, but deep down he knew even if he tried her father would turn him away. It was a harsh reality, but one he accepted a long time ago. 

“You’re using too much force when doing the hair.” He stopped at a random lady, and showed her the right way. Wes took her hand in his, and started stroking lightly. “The trick with hair is to effortlessly apply pressure, or you’re not going to define the texture of the hair correctly.” 

At this point he had an audience, and cameras on him. The attention wasn’t needed, but he never turned it away. It helped with his businesses, but never understood why he never sold any of his paintings. To him it was the most vulnerable part of him, and giving that side of him to people was hard. Aspen had only seen ten of the fifty original pieces he had at his home. To say his art was a part of him would be an understatement. 

Once he was done teaching he travelled through the room, finally making his way back to the guests of honor. 

“We all good back here, can I get them to get you anything?” 

[qxnlizzabetiii]

When Wes took the moment with one of his lady customers, of course all eyes and ears went to him. Hearing him speak, Aspen took her eyes off of Brad and laid them on Wes. She watched as he touched the young ladies hand. Aspen tilted her head in wonder, thinking about the times he had touched her hand int that same way. Her breathing got a little heavy, it seemed everything was going in slow motion. She watched his lips move and found herself lost in thought. The way he demanded a room, you’d think he was an Elite himself. The fact that he held such power with those around him, aroused her.

“My Lady...” Brad said again, “Do you need anything?”

Aspen looked at Brad and didn’t even know Wes was by them now asking if they had a need for anything. 

“Oh, why...sure, water,” she only could reply. “Some water.” 

Aspen spoke to Brad as if he needed an explanation, “You know, I have a dry mouth...for some odd reason, just a thirst...” She kept explaining. 

“No need to explain, Aspen, HE will make sure to get you some.” Brad looked at Wes, “Water...please...servant.” 

Aspen turned her head and eyes quickly, “What...”

Brad, embarrassed, “I do apologize, I’m so used to saying it...I didn’t mean any harm.”

[qxnlizzabetiii]

There is nothing more special than speaking highly of your family

The Duchess of Cambridge

[ahazeyplayground]

Regular Schedule [Open]

“I just wanted to thank everybody for coming out to another Paint and Sip. I like to give the people something chill to come out to every Saturday, so please indulge in everything that we are offering.” Wes had been throwing a Paint and Sip in downtown London for the past three months, and it was a success each time. The press calmed he was too much of a party boy, so this was his solution to show the he was versatile. It was open for all ranges of people, so it always was a good time.

[qxnlizzabetiii]

This was Aspen’s second time going to the paint and sip ran by one of her close friends. She always encouraged Wes to do what he wanted when it came to entrepreneurship. The paint and sip was great idea for London as it was an American thing, and bringing this type of vibe to the UK, was fresh and new. Prior, she went with her girlfriends. Tonight, she had a “potential”. 

Potentials, are lucky. To be in the presence of Aspen itself wasn’t something that you could just up and do. This guy had to go through a background check just like all the rest.They had to be of some sort of prestige and approved by the  Grand Duke, which was her father. All men had to be approved. She somewhat approved of a few of them, tonight, was an exception. He was a Harvard Graduate from the States. He moved to London to attend Medical School. He then graduated from there and is now a very popular surgeon within the region. The only reason she was entertaining him tonight, was because he nearly wouldn’t stop bothering her. She figured to shut him up, she’d invite him tonight.

After getting through the whole camera show outside, she was approached by Wes. Okay, it was safe to say that their friendship was somewhat complicated at times. They did their own thing, but you know how that goes. She clearly liked him, and so forth, but their friendship was just too special to just mess up. She didn’t want that. She felt he felt the same, so it had always been just a dust under the rug kind of thing. He also never really approved of anyone, yet, she was very accepting of any woman he’d be entertaining. That was the difference between the two. She was nicer than he was. 

“Wes, like always its a whole vibe.” She gave him a hug and stood to the side, “This is Dr. Eiland…”

“Brad” he extended his hand. 

“We wanted to come show support tonight, and have some painting fun” She chimed in. 

[ahazeyplayground]

The Black Elite coming to his events wasn’t rare, but at times could be unexpected. Growing up around that environment made him used to it, but the everyday person got star struck. This event was a lowkey one, but he wasn’t going to turn away anybody willing to pay. Plus, Aspen was a personal friend. 

They’re relationship was one the tabloids would love to figure out. Wes was young and making sure he didn’t jump into anything serious anytime soon, besides she was a Royal and that meant red tape. His mother told him stories about how the first family was always good to his grandmother, but he could tell there was always something else to the story. That’s honestly why he never went serious with Aspen, it was too mysterious when thinking of the Black Elite and the families in power. After the assassination of Duke Thomas Velour of Wales the commoners stopped dreaming of joining the inner circle. However, Aspen had an energy that always drew Wes in. 

“Thanks for gracing us with your presence Duchess.” He smiled as he bowed, because he knew she hated the formalities. “Ooo, a doctor this time.” Wes looked at his hand before sipping his drink. 

It was strange, because Wes had a territorial attitude about Aspen. Yes, he understood he didn’t want to go serious so she was free to do as she pleased, but he always chalked it up to having an American dad, and taking on some of his toxic traits. 

“Thank you both for coming. Tonight is an experienced crowd, so the picture on the menu is none other than the Mona Lisa. Of course we couldn’t get the original tonight, booking conflicts, so I did a replica. If I don’t say so myself, it almost looks identical.” Wes chuckled lowly. 

Growing up around the Royals did have it’s perks. Once his mother saw his interest in paintings, she put him in classes to hone his skills. Right now, he was just showing off. Aspen already knew the paintings the crowd copied were replicas made by him. 

[qxnlizzabetiii]

Chewing her tongue, she looked between the two and ignored the little dig he did when he mentioned “this time.” Aspen brushed it off and took the Dr.’s hand. “You can save the bow…” She cheesed some more, fighting back the urge to talk shit to him, because she was with the Dr., she didn’t want him going back and stating how distasteful she was, cause she really could be if she needed to, especially when dealing with her friends. One of the things she hated about being an Elite, being royalty, was the fact that she had to keep this mask on. All Aspen wanted was to be free of all the rules and regulations of being a Duchess and just be herself….thats what Wes’ importance was to her. She felt she could be herself always with him.

Brad took his hand back and raised a brow. “Well alright.” He held the small of Aspen’s back, “Nice meeting you too.”

Aspen gave Wes a look, “Thank you for having the event again, I enjoyed myself last time and I expect the have the same good time.” She looked around and tried to pre-spot a seat. 

She looked at the picture of Mona Lisa…”It does…” She turned to Brad, “Wes has been able to paint since I could remember…he’s very serious about his. work, you should see his gallery…full of—

“Yes, I am sure of it.” He cut her off. “Ready to have a seat?”

Aspen nodded…”Yea…sure.” She half smiled. “Wes, I hope your painting sessions is successful yet again, not because I’m here,” she decided to dig back at him from earlier, but because, you know….you’re good and what not.” 

[ahazeyplayground]

Wes could tell the Doc was getting uneasy. He never intentional tried to make her male friends feel uncomfortable, but the Help and Royal intertwining was a story adored by the masses. “No need to scope out the venue, I already had security clear out a spot for you. I know last time you loved sitting in the back.” It would put her behind everybody else, so hopefully their eyes would stay forward. Last time he had to ask a few people to leave, because they were focused on her and not the painting. 

“Last time you did help me turn it up at the end. Bentley, get enough shots in her and you might get a dance from the Duch, but let me go check on the guest. Nice meeting you Benny.” Her security smirked, Wes had a tight bond with them so they knew all about his MO. 

As much as he wanted to stick around, and shake things up, Wes knew he had a job to do. Besides, Brad would probably be gone before he made his way back around. 

[qxnlizzabetiii]

Aspen had the most fun when she was able to do what she liked. Art was one of those things. She wasn’t as good as Wes, but with being friends with him, it was a perk of hers, learning something new. From different angles of brush strokes to different mediums to use, Wes had taught her all she knew so far. Brad had to hear the stories of how she started to paint and why she loved it so much. It wasn’t her fault that Wes’ name was mentioned more than once. With this, Brad had to change the subject.

“What other hobbies do you enjoy?” He smiled at her, then went back to his own painting.

“Well..” she couldn’t wait to start this conversation. She loved when anyone asked about what she loved and enjoyed to do.

“I have a green thumb,” she admitted.”Flowers, plants, trees, I love all of it. I would like to have a club for little green thumbs...children,” she smiled at the thought. “Have little potting classes, and even use painting to paint those pots and such.” Children were a joy for Aspen. Those little guys and girls always had a spot in her heart. “What about you?”

“First Lady St. Matthew, I love the fact that you want to do an environmental duty for our kids...I appreciate hearing that from you. You’d be amazed with how much children like to be connected to nature and the planet itself,  it's really remarkable to see.” Brad leaned in closer to her and immediately Aspen’s heart started to beat a little more faster than usual. To be touched by a man, even ever so slightly was enough for her blood to start bubbling...her stomach to knot, and her face to show a flushes of red. Connecting on a level such as this was pleasing to her.

“I...try,” she blushed. “Do you love Children?” 

“I have one,” he admitted. 

“Really...boy? girl?,” she peaked interest. 

“A boy...Phillip..he’s a charmer, you’d love him.”

“I bet I would...does he enjoy painting as well?”

“He adores it.” Brad smiled.

Aspen’s eyes were lighting up. “I love that you love to talk about him. You talk about him with pride. I love that.” She bit her lip a little...”Tell me more about you...” 

[pennedbyeve]



Princess life

If it were up to her, Arianna would be in her bed, which was extremely comfortable and free of any worry, but now she was doing damage control for her older brother, as a prince to put simply he didn’t care about anyone, but himself, she had to do several interviews, acts of service to clear the damage that was done, but now she was over it, but she didn’t bite her tongue. The hard part was over, now she had to get out of her head and do her own work, here she was now feeding those in need, she felt eyes piercing at her, but she chose to ignore it, she turned around. “Hi.” She says softly.

[qxnlizzabetiii]

Sir. Morris Belviar, Grand Duke of Belviar had a few of his family members and employees volunteering at the Food Shelter right near Cambridge. It was a golden rule at his estate that all members of the family including the people who worked for him to do community service over the weekend, which was his reason for being present. Now being Grand Duke, he couldn’t always be there in the physical which would cause a distraction to those who were hungry. Morris didn’t want cameras and paps taking the attention off of what was more important. However, he was present…overlooking the whole scene from an office that was located right on top of the shelter. Most elite would gather   before serving or do what he is doing right at this moment. 

During his browse, Princess Arianna caught his attention. He adored her so. Morris knew about some of the things that were going on in her courtship with her family. Everyone knew. The Elite knew. That was another downfall of UK, people always knew your business somehow, with so many workers, you never know who has an unbridled tongue. He wondered how she was doing, so he took it upon himself to see.

“Yes Princess, excuse me, but when you have completed your duties, it would be an honor for Sir. Morris to see you.” Sir. Peter, was Morris’ right hand in everything. He passed messages, gave messages, and was his ear and eyes to everything. Sir. Peter was always in contact with The Princess, due to The Grand Duke’s dealings with her. Morris found a great confidante in Princess Arianna. Yes, she was 20 years his senior, but he didn’t mind that. He cared for her deeply and always would.

“He is located in the office above.” 

[pennedbyeve]

Adrianna admired Morris, their paths would cross and it was always a good time, she simply nodded her head, once she finished. She headed to where Sir Peter instructed her, she managed to escape from those who tried to ask her an any questions about her family, being a Royal had its perks, but she kept herself very tight lipped, as she opened the door, a small smile came across her face.

“Hello Sir Morris, we haven’t seen each other since that party.” She recalls seeing him a few months back, but she was glad to see him, she put aside her beating heart.

[qxnlizzabetiii]

Morris bowed his head in respect. “It was a party that I will always remember fondly.” He smiled. “Did you get up here okay? Nobody harassed you…”

The Grand Duke knew how menacing the media could be. It was the media who contributed to the downfall of one of the most admired Princesses….till this day, all of the Elite held special account to those happenings and protected themselves the best way that they could, so that nothing like that would ever happen again.

Morris was serious about protecting those he loved and cared about. Princess Arianna held that same regard.

[pennedbyeve]

Arianna shook her head, “I did and nope. I managed to wait until the paps were distracted by my sister.”

Quietly, she put her hair behind her ear, she looked at him, she had seen him, before but one on one was different, he has handsome. But this was different.

He had a genuine heart, she knew he had lost his wife, and she wanted him to know that she was always there for him.

She sat down, crossing her legs, “So you wanted to see me? How are you?” She raised her eyebrow slightly.

[qxnlizzabetiii]

The G Duke sat across from her, his eyes directed toward her legs when she crossed them. Their chemistry was impeccable. He then engaged in eye contact with her. “I wanted to see how you were. I know you have a lot going with the current dealings of your brother, I just wanted to check on you, make sure everything was okay.”

Morris didn’t mean to pry, but he was genuinely concerned about the well being of the Princess. 

[pennedbyeve]



Princess life

If it were up to her, Arianna would be in her bed, which was extremely comfortable and free of any worry, but now she was doing damage control for her older brother, as a prince to put simply he didn’t care about anyone, but himself, she had to do several interviews, acts of service to clear the damage that was done, but now she was over it, but she didn’t bite her tongue. The hard part was over, now she had to get out of her head and do her own work, here she was now feeding those in need, she felt eyes piercing at her, but she chose to ignore it, she turned around. “Hi.” She says softly.

[qxnlizzabetiii]

Sir. Morris Belviar, Grand Duke of Belviar had a few of his family members and employees volunteering at the Food Shelter right near Cambridge. It was a golden rule at his estate that all members of the family including the people who worked for him to do community service over the weekend, which was his reason for being present. Now being Grand Duke, he couldn’t always be there in the physical which would cause a distraction to those who were hungry. Morris didn’t want cameras and paps taking the attention off of what was more important. However, he was present...overlooking the whole scene from an office that was located right on top of the shelter. Most elite would gather   before serving or do what he is doing right at this moment. 

During his browse, Princess Arianna caught his attention. He adored her so. Morris knew about some of the things that were going on in her courtship with her family. Everyone knew. The Elite knew. That was another downfall of UK, people always knew your business somehow, with so many workers, you never know who has an unbridled tongue. He wondered how she was doing, so he took it upon himself to see.

“Yes Princess, excuse me, but when you have completed your duties, it would be an honor for Sir. Morris to see you.” Sir. Peter, was Morris’ right hand in everything. He passed messages, gave messages, and was his ear and eyes to everything. Sir. Peter was always in contact with The Princess, due to The Grand Duke’s dealings with her. Morris found a great confidante in Princess Arianna. Yes, she was 20 years his senior, but he didn’t mind that. He cared for her deeply and always would.

“He is located in the office above.” 

[pennedbyeve]

Adrianna admired Morris, their paths would cross and it was always a good time, she simply nodded her head, once she finished. She headed to where Sir Peter instructed her, she managed to escape from those who tried to ask her an any questions about her family, being a Royal had its perks, but she kept herself very tight lipped, as she opened the door, a small smile came across her face.

“Hello Sir Morris, we haven’t seen each other since that party.” She recalls seeing him a few months back, but she was glad to see him, she put aside her beating heart.

[qxnlizzabetiii]

Morris bowed his head in respect. “It was a party that I will always remember fondly.” He smiled. “Did you get up here okay? Nobody harassed you...”

The Grand Duke knew how menacing the media could be. It was the media who contributed to the downfall of one of the most admired Princesses....till this day, all of the Elite held special account to those happenings and protected themselves the best way that they could, so that nothing like that would ever happen again.

Morris was serious about protecting those he loved and cared about. Princess Arianna held that same regard.

[pennedbyeve]



Princess life

If it were up to her, Arianna would be in her bed, which was extremely comfortable and free of any worry, but now she was doing damage control for her older brother, as a prince to put simply he didn’t care about anyone, but himself, she had to do several interviews, acts of service to clear the damage that was done, but now she was over it, but she didn’t bite her tongue. The hard part was over, now she had to get out of her head and do her own work, here she was now feeding those in need, she felt eyes piercing at her, but she chose to ignore it, she turned around. “Hi.” She says softly.

[qxnlizzabetiii]

Sir. Morris Belviar, Grand Duke of Belviar had a few of his family members and employees volunteering at the Food Shelter right near Cambridge. It was a golden rule at his estate that all members of the family including the people who worked for him to do community service over the weekend, which was his reason for being present. Now being Grand Duke, he couldn’t always be there in the physical which would cause a distraction to those who were hungry. Morris didn’t want cameras and paps taking the attention off of what was more important. However, he was present...overlooking the whole scene from an office that was located right on top of the shelter. Most elite would gather   before serving or do what he is doing right at this moment. 

During his browse, Princess Arianna caught his attention. He adored her so. Morris knew about some of the things that were going on in her courtship with her family. Everyone knew. The Elite knew. That was another downfall of UK, people always knew your business somehow, with so many workers, you never know who has an unbridled tongue. He wondered how she was doing, so he took it upon himself to see.

“Yes Princess, excuse me, but when you have completed your duties, it would be an honor for Sir. Morris to see you.” Sir. Peter, was Morris’ right hand in everything. He passed messages, gave messages, and was his ear and eyes to everything. Sir. Peter was always in contact with The Princess, due to The Grand Duke’s dealings with her. Morris found a great confidante in Princess Arianna. Yes, she was 20 years his senior, but he didn’t mind that. He cared for her deeply and always would.

“He is located in the office above.” 

[frontpaigeviews]

What's The Rush?

"Tequila Sunrise, please?" Victoria asked as she arrived at the bar at the Imperial for a private event. It was the annual "Most Eligible Bachelorettes of London" event, hosted by Harper's Baazar UK. It was a high-class, invite-only event full of dignitaries and other high-profile Londoners, celebrating the list of eligible bachelorettes. By now, Victoria was a frequent honoree, having been on the list 10 times, including this year.

At this point, it was clockwork, much to the chagrin of her father, the former Prime Minister whose been trying to marry her off since she was 22. For a while, she tried to appease her father, being in relationship after relationship, date after date, with folks that would either break her heart or have zero chemistry. At some point, something had to give, and Victoria realized that she couldn't force something that isn't there. So, she was going to focus on her businesses and herself. If it is meant for her to be married, it would come in due time... and not her father's time.

As her drink arrived, she took a seat, crossed her legs at the ankles, and enjoyed the party. If she was going to be single, then at least she would look good doing it.

Tag: @qxnlizzabetiii

[qxnlizzabetiii]

It was a “Must” for Christian to show his face at these sort of events to appease his followers and his family. Bachelorette showdowns is what he liked to call them. When the town heard that the Duke of Creek Manor would be there, of course many women from different backgrounds were going to be present. He wasn’t the only eligible Duke in attendance, but he was one of the most popular and adored. 

Christian had other engagements, so his purpose was to come, entertain, take opt photos, and go to the next venue he was expected at. 

In front of him at this time, was a woman who looked to be too old to attend this certain event. Her face definitely was defined by wrinkles and you could tell she was probably trying every regimen to stay looking younger. Whatever she was doing, it wasn't working, because you could tell of her mature nature that she was older than she was putting on.

“So how was the Military?” she smiled at him as she sipped her class of Riesling in front of him. Awful question, he thought to himself, his smile masking how he really felt. “Ahhh...it was an experience, one that I would like to keep in the past. It’s not that fun or amusing to talk about. I’d bore you.”

“Oh never!” she laughed and lied. “I don't mind listening...” she leaned on the table and batted her eyes gracefully. 

“Believe me, you don’t want to know...how about you though? Let’s talk more about you.”

“What would you like to know?”

Fuck.....come’ on lady. “Okay...” he smiled, “What have you done for yourself lately? I don’t want to hear something you’d think I’d like hearing. I really want to know besides your work, what have you done only for yourself?”

The lady was taken aback. She didn’t know that Christian was “this deep” or cared anything about her actual life. All the rumors she heard, were just that, rumors, and she was beginning to realize that.

“Well....I...I recently set up a therapy session.”

Bingo.

“Therapy?” He asked delighted now, “Just because? Or are you healing or searching for something?”

Immediately, she became comfortable with him. “All the above.” 

“How did that feel?” Christian placed his elbow on the table now, engaged. 

“It felt unreal...like all of the things that I thought before, all of my beliefs, have changed. Things have changed.”

“Life is like that sometimes...you spend your whole life believing and following one spectrum only to learn that there is a world out there full of them. Full of new paths and new ways...do you really want to be here? Or is there someone making you do this? I’d be honest, I have to do these, do I want to? No.” He confessed. “Are you trying to make up for lost time? Or did your ex husband break you?”

Christian was very good at reading people. This lady had to be in her late 40′s...she was at this event, so 9 times out of 10, she was divorced, widowed? Nah...she didn’t give off that feel. 

“Why yes...I....” she tilted her head, “How do you know?” her eyes were lost in his. 

Christian reached over and ran his thumb over her brow...”You don’t need this you know...you’re good alone. You don’t have to prove anything to anyone. Not your friends, who I know have told you to come here, you weren’t comfortable minutes before we spoke....do what you want....don’t do shit to make others happy. Settle for your own.”

Just like that, she laughed at herself...how embarrassed she felt to be read down by the Duke....to be called out, but she was thankful. 

After Christian and the woman exchanged numbers (Oh yes, he was still a gentleman), he escorted her to the door, kissed her cheek, and sent her off...shaking his head, he went over to the bar to grab one of his favorite cinnamon whiskies, to drink that moment off. 

There sat Victoria....Single, daughter to a former Prime Minister, and was a frequent just as Christian was. “Drinking already Victoria?” He took a seat by her. “This time, you beat me to the punch.” He raised his glass after receiving it, and took a drink. 

[frontpaigeviews]

“Well… I figured if I have to attend this God-forsaken party, I might as well be slightly intoxicated so I can enjoy myself,” she chuckled as she took a sip. She knew Christian for quite some time. Their families hung around each other a bit. Despite being a few years younger, Christian was mature for his age. A former veteran, Duke of Creek Manor, and, like her, a frequent honoree on the eligible bachelors list. Basically, the two meeting at this function was somewhat tradition.

“So…women throwing their panties at you as usual?” she asked with a chuckle. “I’m sure you’ve already received about 10 numbers in your black book by now.”

[qxnlizzabetiii]

“Green book, and no actually, I met a lady....mature, about forty something, who had no business being her. I don’t thinks he believed that she was here either. She tried though, but I did give her my number. She can call anytime,” he smirked. That was one thing that stood out about Christian...he didn’t mind sharing his number with who he’d think mattered. His number was private and of course, whoever called had to be screened, but he enjoyed having conversations with different women, it was a secret hobby of his to do. He liked to dissect them and pick their brains. 

“You? I’m usually at the bar before you...which edible bachelor ran that pretty face off?”

[frontpaigeviews]

“You mean, aside from that old oil tycoon with no hair that keeps trying to get at me every year since I was of legal age, nobody of importance.”

Seriously, you’d think that she and Christian were the two spring chickens in the entire event. Usually the others were either old in age or old in looks. And the younger ones were too immature. Honestly, it was an interesting sight to see, no lie.

“I swear, they need to have some fresh meat on the panel to liven things up a bit. All these folks, and I wouldn’t snog a single one of them.” She chuckled under her breath as she took another sip.

[qxnlizzabetiii]

Christian scoped the room. “I can’t help you with that, I don’t worry about any other man or Duke besides me, but I do see a few of my friends here. One of them are going through a separation, it’s not his fault though.” He took another drink. “His wife was having an affair...and this is her second offense, they have went to council and even tried again; but I guess she has an itch he can’t scratch, maybe...he’s a chill dude though,” he chuckled, “and before you think that I am fixated on fixing you up; just know that I am trying to help my friend, it’s not like that.”

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Victoria chuckled as she asked for another drink. “I wouldn’t accuse you of that at all,” she responded. Sometimes, Christian was a very interesting character. You could’ve sworn he was a psychologist the way he read people. He was quite good at it.

“But seriously… I only started going to these things to please my father. But now? I just go for the entertainment and the food.” She took another sip, and then played with the rim of the glass. “I dunno. Sometimes I think something is wrong with me… like I’m asking for too much before I settle. But I want to focus on me too. My business, philanthropy, and my self-care. Is that a lot to you?”

[qxnlizzabetiii]

“Absolutely not,” he chuckled. “People should know that self care is really important now a’ days. Mental Health is important.” He took a drink and relaxed his shoulders. Relaxing his muscles was a trait from drinking any kind of liquor. Christian was now settled and planned to have another soon. “I say this, yea, we come because it’s something that’s expected, I know that I don’t plan to marry quickly. I have to take my time because she has to be right. Not perfect, but right,” he looked at her. “Are you trying to hurry the process? Or you checking and X’ing with caution and thought? Better yet, are you pressured like I am in a way?”