#ashtonschreave

[winter-havilliard]

Challenge 5 pt 2

THE BIG REVEAL IS HERE! Windy af people ;) This is actually a sad thing for me. I love these characters and I can't believe it's out now. I'm so emotional, ew. But not to worry, Windy isn't over, simply revealed. I've been told I'm 'dramatic as hell', thanks @cillia-elizabeth-rountree I hope this fulfills your hunger for drama, kids. (Sorry for typos) ---------------------------------------- “Hey Winter, which tie do you think I should wear,” Cody asked as he stepped out of his closet, holding a blue tie and a sliver tie. I stopped my spinning on his swivel chair and examined the options. “That one,” I pointed to the silver tie. “It matches my dress.” “Oh, so we're that couple now,” he smirked. “Absolutely. I plan on us having one of those sickeningly sweet relationships that everyone pretends to hate, but is really just jealous.” Cody walked up to me and leaned down so his hands were testing on the armrests of my chair. He moved forward and kissed me. “I think we could manage that.” “Same,” I agreed. “We're super cute.” He rolled his eyes. “Dork.” “You love me,” I smiled obnoxiously. “No, I don't,” he retorted. My jaw hung open. Can you say rude? He turned his head to me and chuckled. “I do. love you.” “You better.” ❄️ ❄️ ❄️ As I exited Cody’s room, I received strange looks from passing maids and other palace staff. It was less than proper to see one of the Selected come out of another man’s bedroom. Highly unethical. I avoided the looks, not letting them get to me. They might see me as a skank or a whore, but whatever. I'm happy and that's all that matters. When I arrived in my room, I decided it was time to get ready. My maids came up to me and did my hair and makeup. They also got me dressed. I looked pretty good, if I do say so myself. Once I was all done and ready to go, I made my way downstairs to meet my family. My parents were mingling with Yanely's, Amber and Yanely were speaking, and the rest of my siblings were talking amongst themselves. “What are you guys all doing around here? Go talk, go mingle,” I told them. Charlotte shrugged, grabbed a random guard's hand and danced with him. I always admired her courage. Caroline laughed and made her way towards a few of the Selected. She chatted with them for a bit. Magnus just stood there, eyes darting in all directions. “Go on, Maggie.” “Can't.” “Why not,” I questioned. He shrugged and shuffled his feet a bit. “I'm waiting for someone.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “And who is that someone?” “You won't know her.” Her? “I bet I will.” “Sssiiilllaa,” he muttered. “Could you repeat that?” Wow, he must be extremely embarassed about something. Good. “Um… Cillia,” he smiled sheepishly. “Cillia? When did you meet her?” Oh gosh. It is not good they met. She just got eliminated. She could be absolutely psychotic right now. “Long story… She fell from the sky and I caught her- for short.” What the hell? Just then Cody appeared behind me. “What are we talking about.” Magnus stared him right in the eye. “You're quickly approaching death.” Cody’s eyes widened and he shot me a panicked look. “Magnus, go away.” He rolled his eyes at me, but got up and walked toward the refreshments fable. “Was he serious? Were you guys talking about us,” Cody asked a bit anxiously. I smiled at him. “No, we weren't. He was probably just being funny. He has a dark sense of humor.” “What I'm hearing is that he knows but you didn't even tell him about it.” He ran his hand through his hair and sighed. “How do people always know without us telling? We're not that obvious,” he grumbled. I shrugged. “You are. I'm not.” His jaw fell open. “You're so mean to me. I swear, Win. I'm going to find someone better.” “Better?” Cody smiled genuinely. “Naw, that's not possible. You're perfect.” I blushed. “This is why people always know. You're quite public about it.” “I can't help it, you're too beautiful. I like your dress by the way.” “Thank you. You look very handsome,” I laughed. We continued to talk and laugh before my father showed up. Cody seemed to get a bit tense. “How's my little Winnie?” Cody's eyes became bright with amusement at the nickname. “Winnie?” My father turned his eyes to Cody, and smiled politely. “Yes, family nickname. One I suppose even you could start using- my baby girl could become your family after all.” I nervously glanced at Cody. “What do you mean by that, dad?” “Oh, just that the prince could become your brother-in-law,” he said before sipping his wine. “Cody?” My father laughed. “Who else. You're in the Selection, snowflake.” I saw Cody visibly relax. Part of me wished that we could just tell everyone about us. My family was here- it would be a good time. But we couldn't. Not until everything was sorted out with the media, first. “So, Prince Cody-,” my father started. “Just Cody is fine,” Cody smiled a bit. My dad nodded. “So how have you been during this Selection? It must be slightly annoying with all these new people.” Cody shrugged. “Some people make it worthwhile.” “Really?” “Of course,” Cody grinned. “I've become friends with a lot of the girls.” “My daughter being one of them,” my father asked. “Eh, no. I wouldn't consider Win my friend, really,” Cody joked. My father chuckled. “Well clearly you're comfortable enough for nicknames.” Cody laughed and shrugged. I don't understand why he was so nervous about meeting my family. He was doing just fine speaking to my father- which probably should've been the scariest part. My father continued to talk with us before excusing himself. When he left, my twin sister approached us. As she walked to stand next to me she rested her hand on Cody's arm. “Why, hello there. I'm Summer, but you can call me Sam,” she smiled flirtatiously. I loved my sister, but she's always been a flirt. Cody cringed away from her and told her hand off his arm. “Yeah… Okay,” he replied awkwardly. She seemed to notice his awkwardness. But that just made her more determined for him to like her. “I already know who you are. You're Prince Cody.” She leaned over to whisper in his ear. “The cuter prince at that.” I grabbed Cody's arm and yanked him away from her. “That's enough, Sam.” She looked at me in question. “What's wrong.” “You're making him uncomfortable.” “No I'm not, I'm trying to get to know him.” I gave her a flat look. “Cody’s gay.” I heard a grunt from behind me and I turned to see Cody looking even more uncomfortable.”Winter, what the h-” I pinched his arm to shut him up. He yelped at the pain. “WINTER!” “Um… What's going on,” Summer asked. She looked extremely weirded out. It would've been funny if I wasn't trying to get her to back off. Cody cut in. “I am not gay.” I sighed and reached to pinch him again, but he slapped my hand away. “You need to stop,” he stated firmly. Summer laughed. She actually laughed. “You two are silly. I missed you, Winter,” she smiled and I smiled back. I missed her a ton. She was my best friend, I told her everything- except this small tidbit. “It was really nice to meet you, Cody,” she said with a slight giggle. She waved at the both of us before walking away I. The direction of a few of the Selected. “I really need to go make my rounds,” Cody muttered to himself. Ah yes, rounds: one of Cody's princely duties. “Alright,” I nodded. He leaned down to kiss my cheek before I stopped him with a look. It was hard sometimes to remember when we had to hide our relationship or not. He smiled at me some last time, before disappearing into the crowd to shake hands and kiss babies. ❄️ ❄️ ❄️ I felt someone tap my shoulder. “Yes,” I asked. It was Ashton. “We need to dance,” he replied. “We do?” He nodded. “I need to get in at least one dance with each of the Elite. Plus, the press needs to see us together to draw suspicion away from Cody.” “Yeah, alright,” I agreed. Ashton smiled and took my hand in his. He pulled me to the dance floor. We swayed as we made sure the media saw us. “How much longer do you think we'll have to carry this on- acting like I'm competing?” He sighed. “I'm not sure. It's too soon to tell.” “The rumor is already out there, Ashton.” “I know, Winter. But I need to consider this carefully. I don't want anything and happening to the both of you.” I closed my eyes. “I know… It just sucks hiding all the time. Sneaking around isn't as fun as they make it in the movies.” “I’m sure,” he chuckled. “I guess we just need to ease the media into the idea of you with my brother. At the rate you two are going, it'll be smooth. Hopefully,” he added. “May I cut in,” Cody asked. I looked to Ashton in silent question. He shrugged. “I don't see why not,” he shrugged. Cody nodded at him and pulled me to him. I liked this better. ❄️ ❄️ ❄️ “Want to meet my mother?” “Sounds terrifying. Might as well,” Cody sighed. I laughed as we walked over to the area my mother was in. I noticed Gracey wasn't too far away, so I figured I could introduce them as well. “Oh, Gracey. I'd like to introduce you to my mother.” I gestured them to each other. “Oh that'd be wonderful,” Gracey smiled win delay and held out her hand. My mother gladly took it. “Hello, dear. I'm Reyna.” “Hi I'm Gracebella, it's a plea-,” she was cut off. “Fiona Sinclair, her mother. I heard your daughter is a three as well, are you planning on putting her in law school, of course my baby's almost done with it and she's only a year older than yours, but still, is yours planning on being a lawyer?” My mother looked a bit taken back by Fiona, but quickly composed herself. “Um. Yes actually. My little Winter has always wanted to be a lawyer. Just like her father,” she said kindly as she patted my shoulder. Cody was beside me, smiling politely. He caught my stare and mouthed the words ‘daddy's girl’. I rolled my eyes. “How much has she been studying for her tests, I assume she's not in college yet. Where is she planning on going? My Grace went to the best in the country,” Fiona stated with a great deal of pride. I didn't understand what this lady's issue was. She automatically started bragging. Gracey is amazing, don't get me wrong. But it just wasn't necessary of her. My mother pursed her lips. “Winter was about to be a senior in high school. She hadn't decided on a college yet. There were too many to choose from.” She was getting defensive. I gave a weary glance in Gracey’s direction and she returned it. This was extremely uncomfortable. Fiona lifted her chin in the air- a sign of superiority. “My daughter has known where she was going since she was eight.” “You let an eight year old choose a college?” She was definitely getting defensive now. Fiona looked at my mother as if she was an outright idiot. “No of course not, I picked it for her.” My mother sucked her teeth. She wasn't quick to anger, but she despised when parents controlled their children. She was guilty of it every once in awhile, though. “Wouldn't want to let her too far off the leash, am I right,” my mother hissed, sarcasm dripping from her tongue. “Of course not, otherwise she'd go to an awful school and end up in a ditch,” Fiona stated as if it was the most obvious explanation in the world. “I see. But why are you focusing more on her career rather than the selection. Don't think she can win?” Oh no. This can't be good. Fiona raised a brow. “She can win with ease, if you haven't noticed Ashton clearly loves her, plenty more than yours at least. I'm focused on her career because I wasn't relying on her to be selected, though now that she's here she'd make an excellent Queen.” Gracey looked small in that moment. She probably craved her mother's approval, whether she knew it or not. It was simply how she was raised. “Oh, I wouldn't be too sure about that. My daughter is still here, as well. In fact, she's the favorite and she was on the front cover of the Gossipel,” my mother smirked. If this conversation was awkward for me and Gracey, it must be total hell for Cody. I doubt he wanted to hear about how my mother assumed his brother and I were made for each other. The thought, alone, made me cringe. “Oh yes, the magazine for sluts. It's only appropriate she's on the cover. I heard she's even getting with the other prince,” Fiona shot back. Cody and I stiffened. We glanced at each other nervously. This was bad. Bad. Don't do anything too rash, Winter. Stay composed. You can do this, I reminded myself. “Puh-lease,” my mother said mockingly. “Prince Ashton is obviously in love with my daughter. She deserves only the best.” “Why is Ashton automatically considered the best,” I bit. Shoot. I was supposed to stay composed. Composed. Cody placed a hand on the small of my back- a form of calming me. Gracey subtly stomped on her mother's foot. Good. “I think my mother and I need to go back to my room, one of my bobby pins appear to be falling out.” “I'm not a maid.” “Could have fooled me,” my mother retorted, examining Fiona's clothes. Oh no, Mom. You're making it worse. “Well, no wonder your daughter is so sloppy. She comes from a pig like you.” Okay, damn. Cody stepped forward. “Excuse me miss, but no one likes a hypocrite. But wait,” Cody said mockingly. “A hypocrite means both parties are doing or are the same thing. However, you are the only pig here,” He snapped, rather formally. Always the prince. “Excuse you, my daughter will probably be married to your brother and I highly doubt when she is Queen she'll stand for your insults at me.” Gracey aggressively elbowed her mother. I grabbed Cody's sleeve and yanked him back. I noticed my mother's confused look at my movement. Sorry, mom. “He's sorry,” I said directing it more at Cody than anyone else. “I don't apologize to witches, Win,” Cody snapped. Gosh darn it, Cody. I'm trying to save you. “It's fine Winter. She's even worse at holding her tongue,” Gracey gestured to her mother. “Why are you so defensive over her Prince Cody, is it because you love her?” Fiona cocked her head like a vulture, circling its meal. Cody's face turned into pure rage as mine turned to one of panic. “How dare you! You shall not accuse my daughter of treason,” my mother exclaimed. Fiona clicked her tongue. “Well it's true isn't that right, Grace?” “Of course it's not true, mother. Winter is loyal to Ashton and would never betray him like that,” she sighed. Cody flinched at those words. I knew Gracey didn't mean to hurt him, but it was still a knife to the chest. Betrayal. One of the largest factors that kept us apart. Betrayal of a brother. “See even your own daughter understands,” my mother said more in question than in a statement. She was starting to have doubts. I could tell. “Yup. See, mother. You're just confused. Maybe you should go take a nap before continuing your social endeavors,” Gracey advised. “I don't need sleep, Grace. I just need them to admit their relationship because it's true. You might be a good liar but not to me.” Fiona pinched Gracey’s cheek. Good liar? “There is no relationship,” Cody stated firmly. Fiona bared her teeth. “Liar liar pants on fire,” she hissed. I was about to retort, before Cody cut me off. “What do you want me to say,” he exploded. This can't be good. “That I'm desperately and hopelessly in love with her? That I can hardly breathe when she's around- when she isn't? That my jealousy can consume me if someone even glances in her direction? Because she's perfect, and everyone should be in love with her- everyone probably is. But they can't be. That's my job and my job alone. What else do you want to hear? She's my best friend, she's the only one I love and will always love? That she's lovelier than the moon itself or the season she's named after- even in the morning when she she has messy hair and can't be bothered? That it pained me not to be able to kiss her and tell her I loved her because she might not feel the same way? That I still can't do that whenever I want because she could be taken from me? That it kills me to know that her life and reputation is on the line every time she's with me? That the vultures that are the press could ruin her life because of me,” he bit. “I can't do that to her. I'd never let it happen. She's everything to me. Everything... Is that what you want to hear,” he said more quietly. But it didn't matter how quiet he was. The room was quieter. Everyone had their eyes on us. Most with wide eyes and dropped jaws. I looked to Ashton who looked like a mixture between disappointed, pained, and frightened. I felt worse for him than I did for myself at the moment. Suddenly, there was a great explosion. Fireworks filled the skies with their luminescent colors. Great timing. “Yes, that's exactly what I wanted to hear,” Fiona smirked. “Mother,” Gracey exclaimed. The fireworks and Fiona brought me back to reality. I raised my eyes to Cody and he looked down to me- apologies written all over his face. But this wasn't the time. We were free. I couldn't regret that. I noticed a large group of reporters stampeding our way, but Cody grabbed my hand and pulled me away before they could reach us. We ran through the hallways, hand-in-hand. We dodged maids and reporters until we reached Cody’s room. He slammed the door and locked it quickly. We breathed heavily before Cody wrapped me in a hug. “I'm sorry, Winter.” “It's fine,” I said softly. “At least there's no more secrets.” He offered me a small smile. “I doubt that's how you wanted this to pan out…” “How? You professing your love for me and defending my honor? I can't think of a better way.” I stood up on my tippy toes and kissed him. It was a slow kiss, but it was hopeful. Filled with the hope of a real future in the open and everything working out. We broke away and Cody rested his forehead against mine. “We're free,” he grinned. I returned the look in full force. That didn't sound like such a bad thing- free to be with who I loved, free to live me life happily. Free. No. That didn't sound bad at all.

[yanely-genovious]

My submission for challenge 4. Roleplayed with @gracebella-sinclair Warning: Swearing and mentions of suicide, rape, and death.

***

He’s dead.

That’s it. It’s over. He’s dead. Ohhh shit.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Of course, God hasn’t cursed my life enough already, so now my brother is taken from me. What a big fucking joke. Absolutely hilarious.

I’ve never been a crier. Ever since I was a little girl it was always a silent, passive. Mother said crying was for the unwise, for the weak, and I believed her. My mother was my idol. I did everything exactly the way she wanted me to. Maybe this is the price I pay for not obeying her.

My maids are gone when I reach my room, and I’m glad for it. My throat is already tight to the point where I can barely speak, every breath making it harder to breathe. I’m barely in my bathroom before sobs tear through me.

God no. Everything I’ve lived for… He’s gone. What’s the point anymore?

I gasp through my tears and hit my palm on the mirror with all my might. It shatters beneath my touch and sends glass shards inside my hand. I clutch it to my chest and slump down to the floor. Blood trickles down my arm, staining my dress a dark crimson.

I wish I were dead. I wish I had died that day 4 years ago when none of this would matter. I wish I never had come here. I wish I’d killed myself so I didn’t have to go through this.

I had tried to once, twice actually. The first time was thought out and planned. I had made sure no one was home, that Nick wouldn’t hear until it was all over. I had planned to take all my mother’s pills, to die quickly and painlessly. It was supposed to be pretty, that way my body would look perfect in the casket.

I hadn’t done it, though. I was selfish. I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

The second time was a different story. It was on a whim. I was upset, I was hurt. I wanted to die because I knew I deserved it. I had used a kitchen knife. Everyone was home. Nick knew something was off and saved me.

We never did wash my blood out of his clothes.

I had scars on my wrist, deep and unforgiving. They’re gone now, removed through surgery and cosmetics until I was perfect again in every way. And though the scars may be gone, I’ll never forget the scars inside me.

***

There are still glass shards in my hand when I get the news: eliminations. I had told Gracey I felt sick, so a maid comes running to me with the news.

“You made it,” she says breathlessly, busting through the door. I sit on my bed, clutching my hand aimlessly.

“Good.”

She stares at me, as if expecting me to jump up and down for joy, but soon turns away. A moment later, Gracey appears in my doorway.

“Hi sicky, I’m here to inform you of our next challenge.” Of course she would be. Winter would be going at it with Cody right about now.

My eyes stare at nothing in particular. I’m just blank, empty. I don’t seem to care anymore. “Nick is dead.”

“Oh… I’m sorry,” she mumbles. I don’t expect her to know what to say. There’s nothing you really can say when a person loses someone, nothing that really matters.

“I don’t want to stay here. I want to go home.” It’s an obvious decision. Nick was the only good thing in my life. I had to be there.

“Yanely, you need to push through this, going home won’t do anything but crush your chances of happiness.”

Tears flood my eyes. “I can’t. I want to go home. I want to be there when his body is buried. I just can’t do this anymore” He was everything to me. He’s always been there, no matter what. He always wanted our family to perfect and loving. I could at least try to give him that.

“How do you know he is dead? He could still be alive.”

No. I can still hear the words they said to me. I know it will never stop. “They said he took a bullet to the chest and they lost him. How am I supposed to take it?”

“I don’t know, after my sister died I thought about quitting, just quitting everything, but it was better to push through with everything, it helps you push through the grieving process to try not to change your daily lifestyle.” Gracey would know what to do. I know I should listen to her, but I can’t.

“I don’t care. I just want to go home and see my family. I want to see my mother.” Not a lie. I do want to see her, but I wish it were under better circumstances.

“Isn’t your mother an asshole though, wouldn’t you rather stay here with your friends?”

“She needs support too. I just want to go back. Ashton doesn’t even like me.” It’s true. I can kind of feel it. I want to stay, but not if I’m not enough.

“If he didn’t like you, you wouldn’t be here, and I like you, are my best friend, please don’t go.”

“What’s here for me? He’s obviously picking Alizé. I can’t take another heartbreak.” I’d be fine if he chose Gracey, but Alizé? No, I… can’t.

“He might not pick her.” A lie. “And I’m here for you. What friends do you have back home? I know most Twos are forced to be friends with dumb socialites and I can’t see you enjoying having to listen to them gossip and chatter while you grieve.”

I think back to Tara and April. It hurts how true it is. “I don’t have any friends there anymore. I don’t think I ever did.”

“So wouldn’t you want to stay here more than, where there are people to support you?”

I bury my face in my hands. “No. Yes! I don’t know okay. I want to be with my family, but I almost feel like my mom would turn me out for leaving.” She would. This is what she’s wanted for me since I was a child. She was torn up that I was born before him, thought she’d miss the deadline and be made a fool, but I hadn’t. A part of me still wonders if she bought my way into this.

I sigh, shaking my head. “I don’t want anything. Please just leave.”

Gracey looks down at my hand and sighs. “Hold on, I’ll be right back.” She leaves for a few minutes and come back carrying a small bag. “Give me your hand.” She puts gloves on and pulls out tweezers to start removing the glass from my hand.

“I hate you,” I whisper, trying to ignore the stinging in my hand.

“Thanks, love you too.” She takes the glass out, putting it on a tissue paper from her first aid box, then got a cotton ball and poured some disinfectant on it. She starts to pat it on my cuts.

“I’m not leaving,” I say finally, averting my eyes.

“Good, should we tell your maids that you accidentally threw a book at the mirror of something?” She starts to bandage my hand.

I briefly wonder how she became so good at this, but I shake the thought away. “That might be best. I don’t really want Ashton to know I broke my hand slamming a mirror.”

“Hey, maybe the mirror deserved it.”

I want to laugh, but I can’t seem to force it out. “It kept staring at me, reminding me I’m not good enough.”

But I’m not. I never will be.

“You’ll get used to it, I spent about a year never looking at photographs of my sister, I couldn’t stand looking at the one of us who was truly supposed to be destined for greatness. In time the mirror won’t be as taunting.”

I clutch my knees with my newly-bandaged hand. “I have so much bad luck now. How could any man want me like this?” Alizé thinks Gracey’s unstable, but she seems like one of the most stable people I know. She seems like she’s always had her life straight, but I know better. Still, she handles everything so well.

“I’m sure some will,” she says, “and the mirror smashing doesn’t give too much bad luck. Once I smashed a mirror and got a free cake a couple hours after.”

I laugh. “Because you’re Gracey. You’re sweet and innocent and… I’m not. Nobody besides you and our group likes me. Ashton’s just using me for my ass.” It hurts. God, it hurts, but it’s a raging thought in my mind.

She rubs my shoulder. “Plenty of people like you, you might be a bit more guarded than most, but that doesn’t mean you’re any worse. Once people take the time to know you I’m sure they’d love you, and those who don’t, well, they don’t deserve you anyways. And if you really feel like Ashton’s just using you for your ass talk to him about it.”

I sigh. “I don’t think he’d understand. He’d think I’m telling him he’s a horrible person and shit.” I like Ashton a lot, but he has a tendency to take everything I say the wrong way. “I hate myself for becoming attached.”

And it’s true. This whole time I was preparing for him to show me out within the first month, but every time I talk to him this one, horribly stupid part of me just holds on a bit more.

***

I don’t leave my room for days. My maids come to check on me, but I send them away along with my friends. I excuse it as wanting to work on my project, but I barely lift a finger to try. I almost wish Ashton would come and just eliminate me so I could go home, but there’s a part of me that wants to be here with him, for him to treat me like I actually am something worthwhile.

If I think about it I can still smell him in these sheets. I can still feel his hands on my skin. It was… it was slow and intimate, something I’ve never felt before, and it makes my skin tingle. It’s what my first time should have been. Maybe if I focus enough I can forget everything they did to me.

But no matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to make it go away. No one can ever find out about this. I could be thrown in prison, executed even. I could become an Eight. That’s worse than death if I’m perfectly honest.

My head throbs. God, I should eat something, but I don’t think I could keep it down. The last time I ate, I threw it all up within five minutes. To anyone else it’d seem like I was pregnant, but I know better. Despite my mother wanting me to end up with-child, that’s not happening. I may a manipulative bitch most of the time, I can’t force Ashton’s hand with a baby that he could easily reject. I can’t hurt him like that. I can’t hurt myself like that.

I know I’m not pregnant, but I wonder if I’ve caught something. I rarely get sick thanks to the access to medication we have as Twos. Or in my mother’s case, quite the opposite. It wasn’t rare for her to take too many prescriptions and get put on bed-rest for a few days.

I guess in a way Twos are just like all the other castes. We find ways to kill ourselves too.

It saddens me, though, that we get access to enough narcotics to kill ourselves for no fucking reason, but lower castes can’t get enough money to get antibiotics for a common cold. Hell, lower castes barely have enough money for food. I had always wondered how teenagers didn’t end up pregnant every time they had sex. Not long after that I realized one thing: pre-marital sex is illegal. They can’t afford birth control or condoms. I bet most women can’t even afford regular healthcare.

I’m a selfish person. I never realized how much I had, despite how horrible my childhood was. Gracey had spoken of some kind of service project. I had mostly half-listened to what she had said, but I got the general gist of it. Think of a program that I feel is needed to help better Illéa and make a plan to implement it into our country.

Well, it looks like I’ve found my project.

***

This law is absolutely fucking ridiculous. If an unwed girl is found out not to be pure on her wedding night, then a man can legally divorce her, no matter his status of virginity. In fact, the amount of males thrown in jail to females due to fornication is 1 in 9. This is apparently because they end up pregnant or the police get an “anonymous” tip. And rape? What’s rape? They don’t account for rape. According to federal law, if a woman wants to prosecute for rape she’d have to fess up to not being a virgin and get thrown in jail.

So that means even if I wanted to prosecute for every time they sold my body to grown men as a teenager, I’d have to be thrown in jail beforehand. This is not right. If they would just allow sex, acknowledge rape, and give lower castes access to birth control and condoms, then the amount of women jailed for pregnancy would go down, meaning less money spent and more room for actual criminals in jail.

Most of the girls in this competition want to spend time on a pretty project, but I… I will bring this down as far as it can go.

Writing is hard with my cut hand, but I manage to ignore the pain as I write every piece of information about this law down. I’m lucky I’m good at math, I realize, as I calculate approximately how much each prisoner costs compared to lowering the price of birth control and condoms, and though it’s a tad more money, it is manageable. We’d just have to modify the budget slightly to allow more room for this and less money to fund some of the higher castes’ golf courses.

It’s around midnight when I finally get on the phone with the palace offices. They say they can’t give me information without their supervisor’s consent. I find that pretty ridiculous considering these particular documents are usually open to the public, so I make it very clear who I am. “I’m Yanely Genovious, one of the Elite. I need this paperwork for a project.”

But they just repeat the same thing to me each time: “I’m sorry, ma’am, but you need to call back during regular office hours which are 9am-5pm. Thanks, hon. Buh-bye now.”

“No, wai—!” Click.

Fuuuuck. I bet they would let Winter have it if she asked. Maybe Gracey. I’m not the people’s favorite—er, anyone’s favorite actually. I’m just the privileged Two that “paid” her way to be here. Oh yeah, I definitely paid a lot.

My mother tries reaching me through letter, but I refuse to answer her. She’s probably heard about Nick’s accident by now, but it’s not like she cares. He was never anything to her. I’m not even sure he’s my real brother. For all I know my mother cheated on my father and I’m illegitimate. Then I’d definitely be an Eight. Sexually impure, a prostitute, illegitimate. If that was true—

No, no one will find out. If this law is repealed, then I’d be safe. And even if I were illegitimate, no one would have to know. We can’t know for sure anyway.

One thing I do know for sure, though, is that I hate my mother. All my life she’s told me to bow down to men, be submissive unless they like it otherwise. She’s sold me, doubted me, and finally when I get the chance to get a way, she wants to control me still. No more. I can’t—I won’t let her do this to me anymore.

I lie down on my bed and let a shallow breath. I need to eat something if I’m going to live to see this project through. I must’ve caught something. It’s either that or I’m so grief-stricken that my body basically shuts down. If I die tomorrow I probably wouldn’t care, if not for this project. I need to see this through for as long as possible. I’ll get food in the morning.

I haven’t seen Ashton in days. I feel slightly upset that he hasn’t checked on me considering I haven’t been to any meals the last two days, but then I realize it’s a total possibility he’s just as sick as me right now. Though I doubt it. He’s probably got doctors 24/7, and I refuse to even let in my maids. Is this how Sevens and Eights feel? Fives and Sixes? Do they suffer for days and hope that it goes away lest it turn into something worse?

Suffering is probably good for me. I need to suffer. It makes me feel real, sane, like I’m not already gone in a lifeless, mind-numbing sleep. But it’s satisfying to have a purpose like this. Though I like Ashton a lot, it’s not quite the same as making a difference. Being with him would just make it so much better.

***

My head is pounding when I’m woken up by the slight knock at the door. My maids shuffle in like they do every morning, their eyes cast to the floor. “My lady,” the tallest one says, “we’re very concerned for your health.”

I squint at them, trying to make the dots clouding my vision go away. My muscles groan as I try to sit up, but my head spins enough that I’m forced to lie back down. “I’m fine. I just need to rest.”

“You haven’t eaten in days, Miss. People are worried. The doctors want to come and see you.”

“No, no. I’m fine. I’m not hungry.”

The shortest one steps forward. “Ma’am, no offense, but you look horrible.”

I smile lightly, though I’m sure I look rather sadistic with my tired eyes and smeared makeup. “I’m okay. I just want to be alone.”

“No, if you don’t eat something you’re going to have to go to the hospital and they will force you to eat something.”

I honestly don’t feel hungry, and I know that if I eat something I’ll just throw it up anyway. “Maybe some crackers,” I say. That seemed to appease them enough, though I’d probably just flush them down the toilet later. They left, leaving me to my own devices.

I force myself up and sigh. I can’t blame them for coming time and time again. It’d probably look bad for them if their lady died on their watch. I have no plans to die, luckily for them. I go into the bathroom, stepping subconsciously over the glass over the floor. There’s still blood on the mirror and sink from my hand, but I don’t pay any mind to it.

I feel absolutely horrible. My body aches, I can barely stand, but I need a fucking bath or I am going to scream. I fill the tub and slip into the water. It takes me a second to realize I’m fully clothed, but I can’t find the will to care. I’m practically delirious. Any second now I’ll see the Ghost of Christmas Past.

My maids return within minutes carrying a tray of crackers and cheese. They stare at me strangely as I lie in the bath fully-clothed. “Ma’am?” the small one asks. “Are you alright?”

I don’t answer. Either that or I don’t hear her. I’m not exactly sure.

She gasps as she enters the bathroom, finally seeing the mirror. “What happened? You need a doctor! You should go to the hospital!” She sets a hand on my forehead. “God, you’re burning up! Enid, go get the doctor!”

“Don’t need doctor,” I mumble.

Her arms wrap around my shoulders and with the help of the other maid, slides me into the floor. “Miss, your skin is burning up, you’re dehydrated, you haven’t eaten anything in days, and now I find a broken mirror in your bathroom? No, you don’t get to have a say in this.”

I admire her for standing up to me. She had always been quieter than the rest, but she was quick and could catch any mistakes. “If I ate I’d throw it all up,” I mumble, though I’m not sure why. “I need to work on my project.”

She smiled and pats my hair. “You can when this is done.”

***

“To prove… my point, there are… thousands o-of women imprisoned for not being a… virgin while their pa—partners get to… oh, Goddamnit, I can’t do this.” I lean back and close my eyes. The hospital doesn’t do me much good. I still feel horrible, but at least now I can actually feel my body.

“You’ll get it, Miss,” my maid says, the one that cared for me yesterday. “You just need to rest. You’re going to hurt yourself.”

She’s right. The doctors said I caught the flu and I won’t get better for at least a week. I can’t present like this, but I refuse to be eliminated. “No, I have to. I need to do this presentation. You still have five days. You’ll be fine.”

“I have to get this done. Please. Just let me go back to my room.” I can barely keep my eyes open, though. It’s an outlandish request, even for me.

She shakes her head. “No. You refuse to eat and drink, and if you die under my watch the royals will not be happy.”

“It’d be better for everyone if I just—”

She slaps my hand. “No, don’t say that. I see you, Miss. We’re all glad you’re here. You send us away, so we get paid for doing nothing except playing chess and fiddling our thumbs. You don’t tell yell at us or make us run to get you things. You may be slightly unapproachable, but you are a good person and I would be honored for you to be our queen.”

My insides churn in what feels like either happiness or vomit. Probably both. “He doesn’t even like me.”

She brushes a hand across my cheek. “Don’t say that. I see the way you look at him. Maybe he doesn’t see you that way, but maybe he does. If you die and he shared your feelings you’d be throwing away his happiness, as well as yours.”

I clench my jaw. “Get my notebook.”

***

My head spins as I get dressed while my maid, whose name I finally learned as Amelia, sat a bottle of pills onto the desk in front of us.

“These are your antibiotics. Take them before you go. I also have a fever reducer if you need it.”

“I feel awful,” I groan, sliding on a black blazer.

She pats my back. “Just don’t throw up on the queen and you’ll be fine.”

“What if I do, though? God, I’m glad this isn’t televised.”

“You’ll be fine, Miss. Now go out there and win.” She slaps my back, and I smile, walking out of the room, all my supplies in hand.

I’m so early, I realize. I could go back and sleep for an hour and still come back with time to spare. My muscles are still aching, and I immediately regret my choice of heels.

I lean against the wall, heaving a breath. I’m already sweating, from nervousness or sickness I’m not sure. I fight the urge to throw up. Despite the medication I took, my head still pounds.

I’m about to turn back to my room when I hear a high-pitched voice. “What are you planning on doing for your next challenge?” A blonde woman with black glasses and red lipstick shoves a tape recorder into my face.

Goddamnit I was so close. I could turn and leave now, but what would that get me? I heard stories about this girl, about how she attacked their projects, but I had nearly successfully avoided her by being locked into my room. I have a while until my presentation. I can do this.

“Oh, um, I’ve decided to do a Women’s Health and Sexual Liberation Initiative.” I curse myself for not speaking well, but there’s only so much I can do to avoid slowly dying in a palace hallway.

She scrunches her nose. “Isn’t that kind of a flawed plan, since you know having sex outside of marriage is illegal, but anyways, can you go into more detail of how you’d like to go about this?”

I internally smirk. I’ve prepared for this. “Yes, it is flawed, but that’s part of the reason. I don’t think sex before marriage should be illegal. The whole reason it was put in place was to keep children from being born to those of different castes out of wedlock, but I think with some education and the poor being better equipped with birth control or condoms, then the law shouldn’t be needed anymore.” I think through my answer. Yeah, that should be good.

“How would they be handing out the forms of birth control to the poor?”

“Usually it’s only taken by the higher castes, to people who can afford it, but with a little budgeting it’s totally possible to help it become available. We would of course need to add sexual health back into school because a lot of necessities that kids need to know aren’t there, such as safe sex, protection from STDs, or even what rape is. Kids have to learn it from their parents, who could give misinformation or not even talk about it at all.”

Her eyes are narrowed, testing me for all I have. “Some parents may not believe that it is right for their kids to learn that stuff at school, aren’t you worried that the people would revolt.”

I want to roll my eyes. “Over a little education? Sure, it may cause some discomfort among parents, but it’s something the kids need to learn. I remember when I first got the talk. I was 13 and very lucky I had a mother willing to talk to me, but a lot of others don’t have the luxury. Some parents would feel better if their kids knew the mechanics and consequences of having sex. A better education and resources to birth control and condoms could even help prevent a lot of pre-marital pregnancies.” Yes, I was very lucky to have my mother.

“Some parents will be very upset, even if you say it’s just a little education, the parents see their education as a strong influence of what is raising their children, and if their children aren’t being raised how they like they could easily start a protest.” She purses her lips, and then a vile smirk masked by a curious glint in her eye. “Have you had sex out of wedlock, if you yourself haven’t broken the law how can you say it’s okay?”

Ohhh fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. What do I do? Do I lie? Do it reveal everything? I let out an internal deep breath. No, don’t lie. Come clean. It’ll be fine.

“A lot of Twos and Threes and some Fours go to private school, and private schools can teach what they prefer to, but those castes have access to a lot more supplies (condoms, birth control, etc.) The lower castes definitely don’t have a lot of the right information or supplies, which is why the pregnancy and STD rate is so much higher. In the end, it may be the parent’s decision, but just offering the information could lead to a whole lot of difference.”

I take a breath. “And if you must know, yes, I have. I am not ashamed of it, and I never will be.”

Her face is blank, calculating. “You claimed in a past interview that you weren’t going to say if you had sex with Prince Ashton. Has your stance on not claiming that changed if you aren’t ashamed of sex?” she asks, completely ignoring my previous statement.

I want to scoff. “I’m not ashamed of the sex at all. Even if I had slept with him, it would be one of those things that should have both parties consenting on giving out the information. That’s why I won’t be giving out the names of my former sexual partners.” Mostly because I don’t know who half of them are.

Her eyebrows raise. “Partners? Plural?”

I roll my eyes, for real this time. “Yes, plural. I have been with multiple men, and Prince Ashton is aware of this.” Well, some of it.

“What about women?”

Well, that’s a strange question. “Women? I don’t swing that way, but I respect those who do.”

I can tell the reporter is getting fed up. “Have you ever smoked weed? Killed a man? I mean if you’re fine with breaking the law of wedlock where does it stop?”

Jesus Christ, this woman. “Having sex isn’t and shouldn’t be the same as killing, so long you have consent and the proper supplies. And no, I’ve done neither.”

“Aren’t you worried that once you get eliminated, or if you make Prince Ashton mad, he’ll have you arrested for sex outside of wedlock?”

“It’s always a risk,” I say, “but Prince Ashton isn’t spiteful. I highly doubt he would because he’s told me himself he’s agreed with me on a lot of these sexual issues.”

She sneers. “What if he’s lying because he wants to have sex with you the toss you out?”

Wow. Okay. “He wouldn’t. The Prince may be a lot of things, but he wouldn’t do that to me. I trust him.” It’s stupid of me, but I do.

“You seem like a very credulous person then.”

The nerve on this woman. I have the sudden urge to slap her. Swallowing, I clutch my notebook. “Maybe so, but he could possibly be my husband. I want him to know these things beforehand.”

“You can know someone, Lady Yanely, without trusting them.” Doesn’t this woman know where to stop? Good God.

“I appreciate your opinion, but I know what I’m doing.” I straighten myself and send her a side-eye. “If you’ll excuse me, I have a meeting to attend to.” I leave, not waiting on her response.

***

I wait.

People go by. Some guests stroll, smiling lightheartedly at each other. Maids bustle down the hallway, attending their own duties. But the air is tense around me. My stomach is tied in knots, no matter how much medicine I take. Winter and Gracebella join me, but we don’t speak.

After a while, I sit in the bathroom with my head between my knees, willing myself not to throw up. Finally, Gracey runs in. “You’re up.”

I glance in the mirror once before heading toward the doorway. There stands the wooden doors that hold what could very well be the most important moment of my life.

[winter-havilliard]

Challenge 4: Winter Havilliard

Hey this is my fourth challenge! In this AU, CPS (child protective services) isn’t a very big thing- or a thing at all. Sorry for any typos! (It’s a bit abrupt in my opinion, I was too busy, tired, and bored to write more)

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I laid on my bed and let out a large sigh. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do for this next assignment. Given my circumstances, I technically was no longer competing in the Selection- for Ashton’s heart anyway. But in the media’s eyes, I was still the favorite.

Ashton, Cody, and I had discussed how we planned to handle Cody and I’s situation. For now, we would be discreet. I wouldn’t tell my family, my friends, my maids, or anyone else for that matter.

It was a bit uncomfortable to have to keep my relationship with Cody a secret, but it was what Ashton had requested. He was the future king, he knew more about what the media could do than I did. They could cast a completely dark light over this ‘scandal’, and I was definitely not prepared for the backlash yet. It’d take time.

I continued to ponder ideas for my service project before I was interrupted by my door being opened. I didn’t bother to look to see who it was. All the other girls were busy and there’s only one other person in this palace who doesn’t usually knock.

Cody flopped down on the bed beside me. “Hello,” he sang.

“Hey, Coldy,” I joked.

Cody smiled before leaning in and kissing my cheek. “My cheek, really? What are you, my mother?”

Cody blinked. “I sure hope not.”

I laughed at his expression and he grinned back. He reached over and pecked my lips. He leaned back before I pulled him towards me. I kissed him again. He smiled into the kiss, seemingly amused by my eagerness. He reached his hand up to play with a strand of my hair.

I loved moments like these- times when I was alone with Cody, when we could just enjoy each other. I could definitely get used to this. I was beyond thankful to Ashton. He didn’t have to let me stay, but he did. And for that, I was truly indebted.

Cody and I broke the kiss, finally coming back for air. “So what have you been up to,” Cody asked.

“Oh, nothing really. I was just brainstorming for the next challenge.”

Cody pursed his lips. “Any ideas yet?”

“A few,” I responded. “I’m not really sure, though. I was raised decently privileged, so I’m not aware of what the lower castes truly need. I’ve never been one to trust statistics.”

Cody chucked. “Me neither.” He reached over and pulled me closer to him, practically hugging me. “Just think of something you care about or enjoy, and go from there.”

“Something I enjoy,” I questioned. I thought for a moment, racking my brain for anything that sparked my interest. “Well, I like children.”

It wasn’t strange for me to have a fondness for children. I grew up in a big family and always thought that it was best to have siblings. It might’ve been a weird thing to say to Cody this early in our relationship, but it was probably better that he got to know every aspect of me.

“Really? I like kids too. Do you want a lot?”

I smiled. “Yeah, I do.”

“Same,” Cody grinned. “But anyway, why don’t you do something having to do with children.”

I pondered the thought for a bit. “Maybe I could think of starting a child protection program. It could deal with getting children out of unsafe homes.”

Cody nodded. “That sounds good. What would you call it?”

“I don’t know… Maybe the Illean Youth Defense? The I.Y.D. for short?”

“What exactly would it do,” Cody questioned.

“It would be a program to get children out of unsafe homes. Whether the abuse is mental or physical. It could take the children out of those living situations and place them in a safer, more nurturing environment. The parents would also be charged and convicted of the crimes they would have commuted against their children- assault, neglect, etc.”

“Mmhm, and how do you plan to carry that out?”

“Well, I was thinking that there could be seminars. A representative could go to each city in each province and speak about the program. The seminars could be held during the school day… But not everyone goes to school, right?” Cody nodded. “Then there could also be a special on The Report, I know everyone watches that.”

“What would the reps say,” he asked as he played with my fingers.

“They would discuss what the organization does and hopefully teach the children what to do in those situations. They could also tell people to watch for signs of domestic abuse if the child is maybe to scared to speak up,“ I shrugged.

Cody smirked. “Well would you look at that?”

I furrowed my brows. “What?”

“You just did the assignment,” he nudged my shoulder playfully.

I grinned at the realization. “I guess I did…”

“You know what that means,” Cody said. I raised my eyebrows in question. “We need to celebrate,” he winked.

I rolled my eyes as he leaned in to kiss me. Before our lips could even touch, the door swung open. In a moment of panic, I threw Cody off of me. He fell off the bed and to the ground with a large thud.

I whipped my head to the door, only to see Piper. “Ow, Winter! Violence is not the answer,” Cody exclaimed as he lifted himself from the floor and rubbed the back of his head.

“Uhhh…,” drawled Piper.

Cody whipped his head to Piper with wide eyes. He began to stutter his usual ‘Cody stutter’. “Yeah… I’m just going to go,” Piper muttered awkwardly.

She turned on her heel and walked out the door. I listened in silence for her footsteps as they got farther away from my room. A few moments later, I heard the sounds of loud laughter down the hall. It was unmistakably Piper’s.

I turned back to Cody and he chuckled nervously. “That wasn’t weird at all,” he muttered sarcastically.

* * *

I tapped my foot nervously as I waited in my chair for my turn.

Most of the girls seemed pretty put together about this. I noticed Holly was a bit anxious, but she seemed determined.

This assignment may not decide whether I stay or leave, but I still don’t want to make a fool of myself. I worked hard on this, and hopefully the Queen would be impressed.

Oh. My. Gosh. I just realized I’d be talking to the Queen… Cody’s mother. The pressure was even stronger now. I have this slight fear that she’ll think I’m some gold digger when she finds out about me and Cody. I hope she doesn’t, though. I really want her to like me.

I was currently sitting with Yanely, Cillia, and Gracey. We weren’t talking very much, though. I think most of us were too focused on what we planned on saying during our presentations. I was so lost in thought that I nearly missed when they called my name to present.

Before I walked in, I saw Ashton and Cody standing off to the side. Cody shot me a smile and a thumbs up before I went in. I love that dork.

I stepped into the room, hopefully ready for anything the Queen could throw at me.

* * *

The interview was going pretty well.

I had been discussing my ideas eloquently. I’d done my research thoroughly and practiced, so I hoped it was good enough. The Queen had been jumping in every so often to ask questions and such.

”-and I guess that is my idea. Thank you for your time,“ I curtsied.

She smiled kindly at me. “Well done, darling. But please take a seat, I’d like to address a few things with you.”

I gave her a curious look, but sat down nonetheless. “Of course. What would you like to talk about?”

“Your relationship with my son,” she replied bluntly.

I paused. She probably meant Ashton… At least I hoped. She probably just wanted to get to know me a bit as a candidate for her daughter-in-law.“

“Alright…”

“I know, darling. There’s no need to be nervous,” she smiled reassuringly.

“Know?”

“Yes, about you and my son- my youngest son.”

My smile dropped and my heart began to race. I was not prepared for this situation at all.

“Um… Uh how?” I probably sounded like an idiot, but I was at a loss for words.

“Oh, dear. I know my sons. They may not tell me everything directly, but I still understand. I mean, Cody was clearly in love with you. That was painfully obvious,” she chuckled. “The boy talked about you constantly. He wouldn’t let Ashton speak about you, or he’d just grumble around him some nights.” She rolled her eyes playfully. “I found the staring a bit strange, though.”

“Staring,” I sputtered.

The Queen laughed. “Oh, yes. He’s not the only one, though. You’re just as guilty.”

“Oh my gosh,” I muttered, rubbing my fingers against my temple. This was horrible.

“Oh, dear. Don’t worry,” she reassured me as she pulled my hands toward her. “I’m fine with all of this. Love is love, right? I’m assuming Ash knows about all of this,” she questioned.

I nodded. “He does.”

She grinned before looking down to examine my left hand. “And I’m guessing this hand shan’t be bare for long,” she said in a suggestive tone.

“Pardon?”

She held my hand up and pointed to the finger between my pinky and middle finger- my ring finger. “I see a very beautiful ring in your future. A very soon future at that.”

I blushed at her words. The Queen definitely wasn’t shy. She seemed to be one to cut to the chase- I admired that. But right now, it was also the death of me.&

She laughed at my expression. "I’m only teasing. You’re excused.”

She sent me one last smile before I left the room. I felt a bit ambushed by this and I probably sounded like a blabbering idiot… But oh well. It happens. She seemed okay with me at least… I’d take that as a good sign.

Before I could make it even two steps, I was wrapped in Cody’s arms. He gave me a big kiss on the cheek as he hugged me. “How was it,” he asked.

I would’ve answered, but I was more focused on the expressions the girls were giving me. Cody had shown his affection in the middle of the room.

A few girls had dropped jaws or furrowed brows. Yanely looked smug while Gracey looked disappointed- probably in Cody’s amazing discretionary skills. Cillia seemed to be trying her best to contain her laughter.

I sighed in exasperation and Cody stiffened. He let go of me and turned around slowly, seeing all the eyes on us. He turned his head to Ashton, shooting him an alarmed expression.

Ashton nodded before making his way towards us. He hugged me and kissed me on the cheek, repeating Cody’s actions. “I’m sure you did awesome, Win… I know you were nervous,” he smiled. Ashton was trying his best to cover this all up, but I knew he probably felt awkward. I know I definitely did.

I turned my head to look at Cody and noticed he had a scrunched up face. He was usually one to get jealous easily, so this wasn’t entirely unexpected. I knew it was probably taking a lot out of him not to grab for me like he usually did- even before we were together. He wore his feelings on his sleeve.

I stepped out of Ashton’s embrace and smiled awkwardly. Deciding not to cause any more scenes I nodded towards Cody and he gave me a look of question. He was probably wondering if I wanted to speak to him. I shook my head slightly, enough to tell him no, but small enough that it would hopefully go unnoticed by everyone else.

This has been a very awkward day.

[ladyhollygwen-blog]

Lady Holly Borelli’s Program for the Women of Illéa

She’s gone, Paisley. Another friend eliminated.

I wrote to my sister, reflecting on what had been announced this morning that still surprised me. Anjana, my newest friend in the competition, had been one of the girls asked to leave and I couldn’t help but feel like another piece of me left with her. 

All the friends I’ve made have been asked to leave and I’m not sure what to do now since it’s down to the Elite. Can you believe that? Me. Part of Prince Ashton’s Elite. That’s part of why I think it’ll be hard for me to talk with the other girls. Most of us want him so much that friendship is the last thing on their minds.

I paused, thinking that no matter what happened, I didn’t want to end my time at the competition with any bad blood with the rest of the Selected.

Except… I want to be different. I think a huge part of what makes a good queen is to try and make the best of any situation, so that’s what I’m going to do. Keep a friendly face on and make the most of whatever time I have left with Ashton. Speaking of Ashton, I know you asked about what he’s like.

Ashton is unlike any person I’ve ever met. Although that seems obvious, being the prince and all. He’s very cool and composed on the outside, like what we’ve seen on TV all these years, but in the time I’ve spent with him, he’s so much more. He puts Illéa and us girls first, always, and has this deeply passionate side that seems like it’s always fighting to get out. I really love being with him because he listens, you know? I know what you’re going to say, of course you listen to me too, but something about the way he looks at me when I say something… I could be in big trouble with Ashton.

But Paisley, the way I’ve been feeling with him, I’m scared. Scared that if I finally admit my feelings he won’t feel the same way and I’ll leave with nothing but a broken heart and some fond memories. You know me, fantasizing was something I was never fond of and Ashton isn’t any different when it comes to that. Anyways, I know that’s probably not what you want to hear from me, so I’ll leave it at that.

I hope you enjoy the pictures of the art in the castle, they really are so very beautiful and I wish you could see them in person. Tell mom and dad I say hi and please try not to go too crazy while I’m gone (I know how you are even all the way over here Angeles, little sis).

All my love,

Holly

I finished off the last letter of my name and let the paper sit for a moment, not wanting any ink to smear as I folded the paper. Leaning back in my chair I looked out the window from the Women’s Room and noticed I had a perfect view of the garden, specifically the far off field where I had spent my last date with Ashton. I smiled, wishing I could be in that exact moment right now, his hands brushing my own and his eyes bright as he looked at me.

“Holly?” a voice interrupted my thoughts and I jumped slightly. I turned to see Yanely standing near the desk, one eyebrow raised at me. 

“Sorry, just got lost in thought I guess,” I said with a small smile, but there was no warmth as she looked at me, just exasperation. 

“You seem to do that a lot,” she stated simply, and before I could respond she spoke once more.

“Can I have some paper please?” she asked, gesturing to the pile sitting on the desk and I nodded, handing her several pages.

She gave me a thin smile and a polite ‘thank you’ before turning around and walking away back towards the rest of her group, what they proudly referred to themselves as “The Hoe Squad.”

I sighed to myself, wondering why Yanely didn’t seem to appear open to anyone but her friends. In a way I understood, friends were hard to come by and if they were close like Gracebella, Yanely, Winter, and Cillia, I could understand her hesitance towards others.

Focus, Holly. There’s more to this competition than the other girls and right now you have to focus on the next task.

Now that we were a part of the Elite, the Selected had been tasked with presenting an idea to help better Illéa, a challenge designed to prepare one of us for becoming Queen in the future. I had made up my mind to continue what Anjana and I had worked on for the service projects, honoring her and the people we helped. I knew that if the program became a monthly service, we would be able to help so many women and their children.

With a new motivation in my heart, I grabbed a fresh piece of paper and began to write, planning out what would hopefully be a successful program to make Illéa a better place.

* * *

My heart was pounding as I waited in the hallway outside a conference room in the palace. It was my day to present my program, and I was to present it in front of Ashton, our royal advisor, and the queen herself. The days leading up to my presentation were filled with long nights in the library, consulting other advisors, and simply perfecting my proposal to the best of my abilities. 

“Waiting to present?” a voice said behind me and I turned to see Gracebella, lovely in a navy blue dress, dark hair curled in soft waves. I smiled at her, but inside I’m rather unsettled. I always felt off talking to her, even though she was sweet enough. Although I knew the reason I felt that way was because of everything I knew about her and Ashton.

“Yeah, I’m next. The last one for today it seems,” I said, smiling slightly.

She smiled in return before answering, “I’m sure you’ll be alright. Everyone has done well so far so I don’t see why you would be any different.”

“That’s kind of you, thanks,” I replied and she smiled once more before nodding her head and walking away.

I stared after her, not quite sure what to make of our brief conversation, but I told myself to forget Gracebella for the moment and focus on getting my hands to stop shaking.

Just breathe. You’ll be okay. In, and out. In, and out.

I closed my eyes and repeated my mantra to myself until I could feel my heartbeat return to normal. When I opened my eyes, Ashton was there in the doorway of the conference room, staring at me with a small smile on his face. I stumbled back in surprise, not expecting him there, watching me.

“Doing alright?” he asked with a laugh and I narrowed my eyes playfully.

“I’m doing just fine, thank you very much,” I answered with as much confidence I could muster. 

He held up his hands in defense as he spoke, “No judgements here, I know plenty about being nervous. But I can tell you thing I know for sure,” he said, walking towards me.

“What’s that?” I asked, and he took one of my hands in his as he neared me.

“That you’re going to be great no matter what happens. Remember how I said you always seem to know what to say? Pretty sure that applies here too,” he said, blue eyes warm as they peered into my own.

I smiled softly, my heart beating erratically once again, but for an entirely different reason than nerves, “Thank you Ashton.”

“Anytime. Now should we go in or just stand out here in the hall forever?” he asked with a smirk, squeezing my hand before letting it go, while I rolled my eyes.

He led me inside the room, and there I saw sitting at the head of the table was the queen herself, speaking quietly with the Selected’s royal advisor. She looked beautiful, her light hair pulled back in an elegant updo, posture poised even sitting in a casual setting. Ashton left my side and went to sit in the seat to his mother’s right while the queen turned towards me. When her eyes met mine, I executed a deep curtsey, gathering the skirt of my white dress in one hand.

She nodded once before speaking, “Good afternoon, Lady Holly. Are you ready to present?”

I took a deep breath before I answered, “Completely.” She smiled warmly at me and gestured for me to begin. I dimmed the lights and picked up a control that was already waiting on the table in front of me. As I pressed a button the first image from my slideshow came up on the screen, a picture of Anjana and I standing together with various women and their children.

“These are the women of Illéa. Well, some of them. We live in such a beautiful country with many wonderful resources, but these women, they haven’t had the same opportunities. My goal is to change that,” I began, remembering the words I had practiced in my room the night before. I changed the image and the new one was a picture of a mother and her daughter, bruises visible on the both of them as they stood outside one of the community centers we held the program in.

“These women and their children have been abused by their husbands, fathers, boyfriend, any male figure you can think of. And they have had no help whatsoever. As you can see, Anjana and I completed a project like this for our previous task, but I felt so touched by the results that I hoped to continue this service and make it a monthly event throughout Illéa,” I continued, clicking through various pictures of Anjana and I assisting in whatever way we could just a couple of weeks ago.

I eventually came to the end of my slide show as I spoke more of the positive changes that would hopefully take place in these women’s lives. When I finished, I picked up my folder that was waiting on the table, taking out three pieces of paper and handing them to the advisor, Ashton, and the queen. 

“I could talk all day about the wonderful things I saw in just one day, but I know you are also interested in the logistics of my service,” I said and the queen smiled.

I picked up my own sheet of paper and began to explain, “Services like these do cost a lot of money, but I have here listed at the top of the paper various businesses and wealthy families who are willing to provide donations every month for at least the first year so we could keep these services going. They generously helped Anjana and I previously and are eager to continue helping,”

“Following the list of donors is a list of community centers around Angeles who are prepared to offer their centers the second Saturday every month for a year. Currently this program is only in Angeles, but once it becomes more popular, we will be able to implement it in other provinces. I know this seems like a short amount of time, one year, but both the donors and the centers wish to see how successful this program is before promising a longer timeline for their services. If it’s how I anticipate it to be, then this program should continue for many years,” I explained, noticing all three of the individuals in front of me taking notes on their papers.

I set my paper down, no longer needing it for the end of my presentation, as I continued, “The services we will provide will be various types of counseling catering towards each unique situation, and other services such as living possibilities or legal services. The entire list of services is there at the end of your paper.”

I paused, wanting to say one final thing before I finished, “Your majesty… my main goal is to help these women. To me it doesn’t matter how it’s done, but they have gone through so much that the least we can do is try to make their future better than what it is now. All of us have been privileged to live a life of comfort and safety, but these women haven’t. They live in fear and when I saw the fear in their eyes or their children’s… there was nothing I wanted more than to take that fear away. If none of what I’m saying works, I’m willing to modify it until it’s absolutely perfect. This is more than a challenge for me, it’s me holding the lives of women in my hands and making sure I take care of them.”

I tried to convey the passion for what I felt in my voice, meeting each and every one of the three’s eyes as I spoke. Ashton’s expression looked proud, and I felt my heart soar at the thought of him being pleased with my project.

When I looked at the queen once more, she was staring at me curiously and I held my breath until she spoke, “I admire your passion, Holly. It’s one of the main things we look for with the Elite’s projects. If you don’t mind, I have a few questions for you?”

“Of course, what would you like to know?” I asked, hoping I was ready for whatever she asked. She peered at her paper once before speaking.

“Your previous service project with Miss. Banks was done with the Sevens and Eights of Angeles. How would you hope to include other castes of the population? And how do you know women will even come?” she asked.

“Word of mouth, honestly. The women who already came will tell others they see in need, and once higher castes see the help other women are getting, my hope is that they will follow in their footsteps,” I answered.

She raised one eyebrow, “You hope. There is no guarantee?”

Her question made me pause, but I proceeded once I thought of an answer, “Yes Your Majesty, hope. With any service we provide, we hope that we’ll be able to help people. There never is a guarantee. We either succeed, or we fail. Even then we hope it’s not the latter, but in my opinion, if this were to fail, I would keep trying and trying until I succeeded,” I replied. The queen merely nodded at my answer, blue eyes pensive as she seemed to mull it over. There was a pause in the room as no one spoke, but eventually the queen filled the silence.

“Well, I don’t think I can argue with that,” she said with a laugh and I smiled with relief.

“I hope to see this program throughout Illéa one day, truly, I do. Thank you for your time,” she said, nodding her head once. I curtseyed in response and turned around to walk out of the room when she called me one last time.

“Lady Holly?”

“Yes, Your Majesty?” I asked, turning my head. Her expression was beaming as she looked at me and I wondered what else she could have to say.

“Well done,” was all she said, and I smiled in thanks before finally leaving. Once I left the conference room I headed straight to the gardens, wanting to find a private spot to sit away from the palace. I found a bench out of view from the palace and sat down, in shock of what had just happened and not quite sure how to react.

So I laughed.

Laughed with relief and happiness from what I felt was a successful presentation. Eventually my laughs subsided, but my relief was replaced with a new inspiration. If I could present in front of the queen with her approval, there was nothing I couldn’t do. And suddenly, I wasn’t afraid anymore. 

I’m done being scared. I’m going to fight for what I want no matter what happens in the end.

With my newfound motivation, I stood up to find Ashton, hoping to tell him what I just realized. But when I turned towards the direction of the palace, there he was, appearing abruptly as he always did. His expression was amused as he watched me, but it quickly changed to confusion as I marched towards him without saying a word.

When I reached him, I grabbed the front of his shirt and brought his face down to mine, quickly planting my lips firmly on his own. He responded instantly, circling his arms around my waist and lifting my short frame slightly. I sighed with content as his lips moved in sync with my own and I let my hands slowly move up his chest until they rested in his hair, earning a groan from him. Eventually we both had to come up for air and when I opened my eyes he was staring at me with a dumbfounded expression on his face, lips red.

“What was that for?” he asked, voice husky and questioning. I stared deeply into his eyes before I spoke, wanting him to be able to see how much I meant what I was going to say.

“I’m going to fight, Ashton. For you, for Illéa, everything. This entire time I’ve been too scared to admit what I was feeling, but I’m not anymore. I’ve been scared my entire life, never doing what I truly wanted. That ends here,” I paused, trying to find the bravery to continue saying what I felt deep in my heart.

“I’m done being scared because… You. You’re worth it. Even if you send me home and I leave with a broken heart, I will never have regretted giving my heart to you because for once in my life I will have done something meaningful to myself. I’m fighting for you now, Ashton Schreave,” I finished, trying unsuccessfully to discern the mixture of emotions I saw in his eyes. He opened his mouth, except couldn’t seem to find any words, so I leaned up once again to kiss him softly. This kiss was different than the first, but I still poured every emotion I felt for him into it, hoping he could feel how much I truly meant what I said.

I pulled back, smiling at him, and pulled out of his arms to walk away. He didn’t say anything or try to stop me, merely letting everything I said soak in. I got one last glimpse of him as I turned a corner in the gardens, noting the shocked expression he still had. But as I walked away into the palace, I smiled, standing a little taller.

Watch out, girls. Because I’m not going anywhere without a fight.

[winter-havilliard]

Random Rooms and Raised Voices

Alright, so here is the Cody/Winter talk fic. I’ve been busy and I couldn’t find the time to write it… But here it is! Sorry for typos. There probably won't be a Cody pov this time.

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I paced back and forth in my room.

It felt like I’d been there for hours, contemplating how and when I would talk to Cody. I wasn’t sure whether or not Ashton planned on talking to him or not. But it didn’t matter, I was still going to as well.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I was going to talk to him now. I needed to.

I made my way to my door and stepped out into the hallway. I looked both ways, seeing if I could spot Cody. He was usually on this floor. At first I thought that maybe his meetings were held here, but he might’ve just been here for me.

I shook my head, clearing my thoughts. I didn’t want to get my hopes up, only for them to be crushed and run over by the steam roller that is my fears and failures.

I might be acting a little bit dramatic.

I decided to wander the palace a bit in hopes of finding Cody. He had to be somewhere right? The boy liked walks. I did too, but mostly I just enjoyed walking with him.

I did my usual twirl down the halls. It was helping to relieve my anxiety, and man, did I need it. I was a ball of stress at the moment. I wanted to be with Cody, and I hoped that he would feel the same way. He probably did, since he initiated the kiss… But I guess I wanted him to be willing. I wanted him to forget about our image and stay with me until I had to leave.

I hoped I never had to.

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It’s been exactly one hour, and I still hadn’t found Cody. I was thinking about giving up before I thought I could faintly hear his voice.

I glanced down the hallway, and sure enough, Cody was there. He’d rounded the corner and was walking in my direction.

In a moment of panic, I put my back against the wall and hid myself to the best of my ability. I was worried that he might walk in the other direction if he saw me. He wasn’t a fan of confrontation, that much I knew.

As Cody got closer, I took a deep breath to calm my nerves. The moment his figure appeared in my line of sight, I reached out and grabbed him by the collar. He yelped in surprise as I dragged him into the closest room.

I closed the door and locked it, making sure no one could get in. I turned around just in time to see Cody whipping his head towards me. “Winter? Wha-”

“Cody, shut up for a second,” I cut him off.

He stared at me with wide eyes and opened his mouth before closing it again, seemingly deciding to follow my instructions. He took a deep breath and nodded his head, signaling me to continue.

I wrung my hands together awkwardly. “Um I’m sorry for dragging you in here. But… Um. We need to talk.”

Cody pursed his lips. “Okay,” he said barely above a whisper.

“Can we… Can we talk about us,” I asked hesitantly.

It was brief, but I swear I could see the corner of Cody’s lips quirk up. “Us,” he parroted back to me. I nodded.

“I know you said that it was a mistake, we were a mistake… But I’d like to at least have a say in all of this. I don’t like being excluded, Cody and I’d prefer if you didn’t do just that,” I ranted.

Cody ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t know what you want me to do, Win. I was trying to do what I thought was best.”

“What if I don’t agree with what you thought was ‘best’? What if I think the complete opposite?”

Cody raised an eyebrow at me as he leaned against the wall. “And what do you think is best? What do you consider the 'opposite’ of what I decided?”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “You’re smart, love. I think you can figure it out.” I don't know why I called him that, but it was true nonetheless.

“Doubtful. It seems that the rest of your friends assume me to be 'clueless’… Whatever that means,” he grumbled.

I rolled my eyes at him. I wasn’t even sure why I liked him so much, he was so annoying sometimes. But like a weirdo, I considered it to be one of my favorite things about him.

“Well, I guess it seems I’m going home then,” I sighed. Cody had an alarmed expression on his face and I had to contain my smile as I continued. “Since it seems that the prince hasn’t taken much of an interest in me anyway.”

Cody scoffed. “A prince has definitely taken an interest in you.”

“'A' prince?”

Cody’s eyes went wide when he realized his mistake. He began to stutter, trying to find an explanation. “Um uhh… Yeah. 'A' for Ashton.” He tried to smile at me, but he looked more constipated rather than happy.

I erupted into laughter. I cooed at Cody as his cheeks and the tips of his ears tinged pink. He was so awkward. It was great, the best.

I stepped closer to Cody and placed my hands on his cheeks. “Cody, stop being stupid. Talk to me."

He huffed out a breath. “Winter…”

“Just be honest with me. Do you want to be with me or not?”

Cody stepped out of my grip. “It’s not that simple, Win.”

“Then make it simple,” I exclaimed. “There’s nothing in our way! Ashton knows and he doesn’t care!”

Cody whipped his head to me and scrunched his eyes shut. “I’d make your life hell, Winter. You being with me could ruin your reputation. I can’t do that to you.”

I groaned in frustration. “I don’t care about any of that. I care about you. Only you.” I grabbed his hand in mine. “I’m safe, Cody. Ashton’s fine with this. The people’s opinion of me doesn’t matter right now. The only thing that matters is you and me… So tell me,” I begged. “Just tell me how you feel.”

Cody stared at me, a pained expression etched onto his face. He pulled my into a tight hug, cradling me against his chest. “I… I love you,” he muttered. “Uh… Sorry about that.”

I smiled into his shirt. “I swear, Cody. If you keep apologizing, I’ll hit you.” Cody chucked. “Oh, and I love you too.”

Cody tightened his hold on me, before he pulled away slightly. “I’m going to kiss you now,” he said, looking down to me.

I didn’t bother to hide my grin as I nodded for him to go ahead. He smiled back at me before he leaned down and met his lips with mine.

It was a sweet kiss, a happy one. I could definitely get used to this. I was in love with him, I really was. I never wanted to stop kissing him. It didn’t seem that Cody wanted to either.

Cody placed his hands securely on my hips and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He led us over towards the wall and rested my back against it. He pulled my thighs up until my legs were wrapped around his waist.

I didn’t expect Cody to be so forward with me. I was a decently innocent person, but Cody had me beat. But I guess not right at this moment.

The longer I kissed Cody, the more I understood why Yanely and Gracey enjoyed this so much. But I think I had the better situation. I was with someone that I for sure loved, that for sure loved me back. It made everything so much sweeter. There was no uncertainty in the kiss. It felt like it was supposed to be this way.

Cody clutched me tighter to him as he carried me towards the bed. He rested me on the mattress and continued to kiss me. He was right above me, resting on his elbows, so not to collapse all his weight onto me. “I love you,” he whispered in between kisses, I did the same.

I smiled into the kiss as I dragged my hands up to his tie, I loosened and took it off of him. I then began to undo the buttons of his shirt. He watched me hands the whole time. I wasn’t sure why I was allowing us to go this far, but I decided it didn’t matter. I loved him, he loved me, and I felt safe.

Once I finished with the buttons of Cody’s shirt, he removed it all together and looked into my eyes. I ran my hand down his torso, admiring his muscles. I looked up to him to see so much emotion in his eyes- question, want, need, and so much love; love that I could gladly return.

Cody lifted his hand to my shoulder, playing with the strap of my dress. He pulled it down a bit, and leaned down to kiss the skin there. He trailed his lips up to my neck and eventually back to my mouth.

I flipped us over and straddled him. He began to laugh at the movement and I laughed with him. He sat up, so I was now in his lap. He began to kiss my neck again as he began to unzip my dress. I closed my eyes, savoring the moment. I knew I’d have to cut this off soon.

I still felt too young and immature to carry this on any further. I’d prefer if we could continue this in a more romantic situation- not on a Monday afternoon in a random room, after a fight.

Cody finished pulling my zipper down before he leaned back to look at me. “We should stop, shouldn’t we,” he breathed out. He was practically panting and I could feel his heart pounding in his chest.

“Uh, yeah. That’s probably best,” I nodded.

“Okay…” Cody agreed, but he kissed me again. “Whoops last time.” He kissed me again. “Last time, I swear. His lips were on mine yet again.

I pulled away and giggled as he kept pecking my cheek and lips. "Cody, quit it. We have to stop.”

He groaned. “Ugh fine.”

I got out of his lap and stood up. “Can you zip me up,” I asked, referring to the undone zipper of my dress.

He nodded and stood up. He started to pull up the zipper before placing a soft kiss on my neck and hugging me from behind. “Cody…” I scolded. My face was burning at the contact of his bare skin against mine.

He stepped away from me and grabbed his shirt. He began to put it back on, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t slightly disappointed.

“Wait a few minutes to leave after I do, in case there’s anyone out there.”

“Yeah, alright,” he replied.

I nodded as I walked over to the door. Cody grabbed my hand and yanked me back, kissing me one last time. “Sorry, couldn’t help it,” he shrugged. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” I replied, not bothering to hide the goofy smile from my face.

I opened the door and stepped out into the hallway. “Winter,” someone called out. I whipped my head towards the sound. Cilly was there, sitting on a bench with Alizé. Well, that was a weird sight. Probably not as weird as what I looked like at the moment. This was incredibly awkward. While Cillia smirked, Alizé simply looked confused.

My eyes went wide at the sight of her. I hoped she didn’t realize what I had just done. Though Ashton had given Cody and me his blessing, we had decided to keep the relationship discreet for the time being.

I quickly turned away from her and fast-walked in the other direction. I really hoped Cilly and Alizé would leave their spots before Cody walked out. I’m sure they could piece two and two together.

Though I was feeling awkward and exposed from seeing them in the hallway, it was nothing compared to the excitement and euphoria. I’d gotten my guy, and I was pretty happy about it.

I knew it would be ten times harder keeping a full blown relationship secret rather than just feelings. But I’d push through. For him. Always for him.

[lady-cornemuseur-prinz]

The Shed

This is not my challenge number three, but it is sligthly related to it. Ashton’s dialogue and actions were Role played by the great @kilewoodwork​!! Enjoy ;) If you want to see the Family Letters and the conversation Piper had with her brother Xander, which happened before this, click those links!

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I knocked on Ashton's door and a few seconds later the door was open and there he stood.

"Hey, what’s up?"

"Any idea where I can get some tools?" I asked.

"What kind of tools?"

I raised an eyebrow. "I mean the kind you use to fix stuff..."

"In the gardening shed probably." He shrugged but looked at me warily.

"Hum, you busy?"

"Not really"

"Okay, wanna go to the gardening shed?" I offered without an explanation. He looked at me like I’d asked him if he’d ever kissed a monkey. “Don’t look at me like that; I’m sure people have asked you weirder stuff.”

“Alright” he said with a laugh as he closed the room behind him.

“Good” I said, starting to jump across the hallway. Out of habit I started whistling a song. Ashton reached me and we kept on walking but to my surprise he didn’t ask anything or make any witty remarks in an attempt to flirt. Okay, that’s not normal. I stopped walking and tilted my head at him. “Hey, you okay? You seem a little...off.”

He stopped walking too and shrugged. “I’m just a little tired, that's all.”

I looked over at him with concern. I’d only considered if he was busy or not, but had completely forgotten about the fact that maybe he was enjoying some free time for himself.  “Why didn't you tell me?” I shook my head and turned around. He didn’t really have to come with me, I just wanted some company and I’d thought of him. I was actually a bit mad with myself for not noticing he was tired, but it was still hard to see things like that when he always pretended to be perfectly fine.  “Let’s go back to your room.”

“No, I’m fine. Really. What are we doing?”

I’m fine. Those were the worst two words he could have used. I knew from personal experience how much people said that without really meaning it. It was what Xander always said when he didn’t want us to worry. It was what I always told Eli; when in fact I was really tired and hadn’t been sleeping well at all because I was too busy worrying about Xander being sent to a dangerous place. I didn´t know everything about Ashton yet, but I had a feeling he was that guy too. The guy that just didn´t want to make other people worry about him so he kept things to himself.

I turned around to look at him. “You’re not fine. You said you’re tired.” I walked over to him and placed my hand to his forehead. “You don't have a fever do you?”

“I doubt it. I haven't gotten sick in years.” He said looking down at me like I was exaggerating.

I frowned. I wasn’t exaggerating. “Well, you’re a lucky guy then, doesn’t mean you should push it. Are you getting enough sleep?”

“Probably”

“Okay... are you saying that because it's true or because you don’t want me to worry?”

“Both”

“You’re worse than Xander.” I mumbled with a sigh. At least he’s being honest.

“Are you sure you’re not too tired?”

“I’m positive.”

I gave him a once over. “Fine, let’s go then. You better not be lying though.”

“I promise I’m okay.” He said, his hand finding mine.

I held on to it and started walking again, heading for the gardens. “I feel like you hide to many things sometimes.”

“It’s how I was raised I guess.” He admitted as a fact.

“Yeah, I know...” I said squeezing his hand “but I hope you tell at least someone, it's not good to have all that pressure on you.” I couldn’t even imagine what kind of pressure a Prince had to deal with, especially knowing how bad things were according to my brother. Ashton might not admit it, but I knew a lot of things weren’t fine.

“I’ll be just fine.”

Again with the fine… “That’s what I said.” I mumbled to the floor, remembering Eli’s face when he noticed my grades had been a little inconsistent. Don´t worry about it Eli, I´ll be just fine.

Ashton squeezed my hand, bringing me back to the hallway. “What are we doing?”

I sighed pushing the thoughts away. “Well not much I guess...I’m going to need the tools but and I wanted to go with someone but I didn’t want to bother Sydney or Kady.”

“Why do you need tools?”

“For the next project we were assigned.” I smiled as I remembered I was going to have an excuse to use tools.  “I remember when I was little I always watched the Sevens working on houses or shelters, and I decided I'm going to volunteer there. And I know they have tools there but I always heard them complaining about how out of shape some of them where...I guessed I could borrow some from the palace, let them use some nice tools for a day.”

“Of course.” He said smiling.

“Thanks, I know it sounds kind of dumb, but the conditions the tools are in do make a difference when you’re trying to work faster.” It was true. I usually didn’t care about that, I just enjoyed being able to use them in general, but when it came to working on something as important as that I knew time was of the essence.

“I don’t think it’s dumb at all.” Ashton assured me.

“That’s good to know, people usually don't care about it,” I mumbled looking ahead at the hallway and frowning. I remembered perfectly well how the ones in charge of constructions got mad when they weren’t satisfied with the amount of work their workers had been able to complete. “They just like to complain about how they should be doing it faster.” I shook my head at the memory of the Sevens working out in the cold of St. George’s winter season. “They don’t even pay attention to what conditions their working in.”

“It’s sad isn’t it?”

I nodded without really thinking about it. “I’ve seen kids Eli’s age working there sometimes. They should be out playing or studying, but they can’t always do that.” It was frustrating not being able to change it.

“I want to do something about it, when I’m king. I mean I know my dad tries but…” he left the sentence unfinished looking ahead.

“...but you wished he would do more?” I offered but he shook his head. I wish he knew how to do more really. It’s... it’s hard”

I rubbed the back of his hand, as we walked. “You can tell me you know? I totally ranted to you a few days ago, so you can do that too.” I smiled at the floor, remembering my outburst. “My parents always tell each other how they feel even when it’s not each others fault, they’ve taught me it’s good to be able to tell someone what you ‘re feeling.” It took me a while to notice. “I know sometimes it feels like keeping it all to yourself is the best for everyone else, but...”

“I don’t feel like I’m ready.”

I smiled, trying to show that I didn’t mind. “That’s okay; I just wanted you to know that you can if you ever feel ready.”

“Thank you. It’s hard for me to trust people. I've always been taught that I can only rely on myself.”

I squeezed his hand. “I hope one day I can gain your trust”

He replied with a kiss to my hand and I smiled, tip toeing to kiss his cheek.

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“So what do you need?” Ashton asked once we reached the shed.

I stepped inside and looked at all the tools in their majestic beauty. “These are all great!” I said, probably showing a bit more excitement than a normal person would. “Okay let's see...” I mumbled to myself as I skimmed through the tools. “Definitely a basin wrench.” I reached for it as soon as I saw it. “Some slip-joint pliers…Oh this pipe wrench too, they can use either. I wonder if you have silicone caulking...” I kept up skimming through the tools looking for it.

“You have a kobalt pvc cutter?!” I yelled as I grabbed it. “These are the best! They slip through PVC like butter.” I’d heard they didn’t even leave any residue. This shed was the best thing to ever happen to me. I continued with my tool search.

“You know a lot about tools” Ashton pointed out, pulling me out of my excitement.

I turned around to look at him and then stared down at the tools in my hand.  “Yeah” I said smiling at all the metal objects in my hands. I hadn’t thought about him finding out about this…I wasn’t sure if I should tell him. “It's just...umm, basic stuff you know.” I mumbled.

I could see in his eyes he didn’t believe that for a second. “You like it.”

“Probably more than I'd like to admit.” I sighed.

“That's cool.”

Tell me about it. I laughed. “I usually see it as an inconvenience, but I do agree on it being cool.” I liked tools since I was little because it dealt with mechanics, but Fours were not meant to be engineers.

“What would you be doing if you weren't here?” Ashton asked me and I tilted my head.

“Hum, depends. You mean what I wish I were doing or what I would be actually doing?”

“Both.”

I thought about it for a second and realized I actually didn’t mind telling him the truth, but I knew it wasn’t wise to trust him if he didn’t completely trust me either. I might as well try to make this a fair situation.  “How about this” I offered. “I'll give you both answers, I'll be completely honest about them, but you have to grant me two wishes.”

“Alright.”

“Good. First, if I'd never been selected I'd be in St. George, probably trying to learn how to run the Jewelry with my dad, helping my brother get himself out there a little more and making sure my two best friends don't do something crazy.”

Ashton smiled and I continued. “If I could do whatever I wished for...well,” I paused to place the tools on a table. “I guess I'd be doing pretty much the same thing,” I smiled “except I would also be studying engineering…” I looked down at a wrench and ran a hand over the metal “mechanical engineering most likely.” I added. I wasn’t even sure if that’s what I wanted my work to be anymore but… “I just wish I could learn more about it.”

“I could find you textbooks… if you wanted” Ashton offered and I looked up at him in surprise.

“You have textbooks about that?” I realized too late it was kind of a stupid question.

“We have textbooks about everything.” He said staring at the floor but then looked up at me and added “We could even bring in a tutor.”

I was almost left speechless. “A—a tutor?” I fumbled staring at him in shock “Really?” My brain still couldn’t catch up with the reality of what he was offering me.

“Only if you want, of course.”

I could only blink for a second. He’s offering you what you’ve always wished for. I couldn’t stop a smile from spreading across my face as I ran over to hug him and mumbled into his shirt “I'd love that.”

He let out a short laugh and wrapped his arms around me, burrowing his head in my neck, I could feel him breath me in. I held on to him, we both did and then I whispered “but...why?” I really couldn’t understand why he’d do such a thing for me. Get me a tutor, just so I could learn what I wanted?

He held me tighter against him and whispered into my ear. “Because you deserve everything you want.”

My eyes stung at his word and I hugged him tighter. Why he believed that was beyond me. “You're...” I couldn’t even finish the sentence as I had to sniff away tears of joy. I laughed at my own ridiculousness and looked up at him.

“I'm what?” he asked, smiling down at me, our faces close. I took my arms from under his and cupped his face to give him a small kiss on the mouth. This one slightly longer than the other ones I’d given him the last time we met. It still wasn’t that dramatic as I knew it probably was with other girls, but it meant something to me. “You're going to make a great King in case you were wondering.” I finally managed as I pulled away.

He gave me the biggest grin I’d seen him muster, making all his face lit up. “Thank you.”

I smiled back at him and my finger twirled absently at a strand of his hair as I placed my head on his chest again, the beating of his heart in my ear. I could feel Ashton lean his head closer to my hand. We stayed like that for a few more minutes before I grinned remembering our last conversation. “I still hate you though” I stated, looking up at him and giving him another kiss. “And you still have to grant me two wishes.”

Ashton still had a stupid grin on his face from all the absurd things I called kisses. “I am a man of my word.”

“Hum, I'll be the judge of that.” I said staring into his blue eyes. Still as amazing as ever.

Ashton smiled and kissed my cheek, still respecting my boundaries. I laughed for a moment before whispering a “Thank you.”

“You're welcome.”

I smiled, gently running a hand over his hair. I didn’t want to move. I just wanted to stay like that for the rest of the morning… but I knew I still had things to deal with. “We should probably get back to the tools.” I mumbled, but my hand stayed linked behind his neck.

“Maybe so.”

I raised an eyebrow at him. “Maybe?”

“Maybe.” He repeated, not letting go of me either.

I grinned and decided to stay like that a while longer, but then slightly closed the distance between our faces and said “I'd like to think you wouldn't want me to fail my assignment.”

“Mmm I guess I wouldn't want that.”

I kissed his nose. “And yet neither of us is moving.” Why was I finding it so hard to let go?

“I blame you.”

“How so?” I smirked.

“You're too cute.”

I laughed. Cute? “Should I take that as a compliment?”

“I think so.”

I wasn’t sure why that made me feel—I wasn’t really sure how, but… Did I really want him to think I was cute? I tried smiling as best I could as I mumbled an “okay” and looked down at his chest.

He kissed the top of my head and I couldn’t avoid smiling. So what if he thought I was cute? There was nothing wrong with it. I wouldn’t let my thoughts ruin the moment.

“You should get to your project now.” He finally told me after a moment or so.

~~~

“Okay so, we should probably look for a box or something to put them in” I said, staring at the tools. “You can look for that, I'll see what else I can borrow.”

“Alright” He said, turning around to look for a box.

“These are all really nice, you know?” I said, reaching for two other wrenches, mostly talking to myself. “This will be fun.”

Ashton yelled when he found one and I turned to look at him. “That will work. Stand over here with it; I'll put whatever I find useful in.”

“You got it.”

I laughed at him.  “Am I being bossy?”

“I don't mind.”

“So his Royal Highness isn't offended?” I smirked, placing some of the already selected tools in the box.

“Nope.”

That was kind of curious. I never thought a Prince wouldn’t mind something like that. I gave him a quick glance mumbling an “Interesting…” before concentrating back at the tools. I reached for to different wrenches and stared at their details. “You know the best part about this is that most of these are on Metric system, if I remember correctly it used to be on SAE before, which meant they used inches...” Wait, Piper don’t go geek on him. I looked back at Ash with a wide grin. “Though that's probably not really interesting.”

He chuckled and I shook my head at my own excitement. “Anyway, do you think I'm supposed to go with guards to this?”

“You can if you want to.”

“I'm not sure...when I offered I didn't mention I was a selected.” I admitted. “I'm going there to help; I don't want them to treat me differently. I mean, they're probably going to figure it out sooner or later but...I don't know. Am I making sense?”

“Yeah, you are.”

“Okay, I was worried I wasn't.” I mumbled placing new tools in the box.

“You don't have to take guards, it's okay.”

“If I could go with my brother I could probably convince him to go dressed in civilian clothes instead of a uniform, but I really don't want to mess up with his schedule.” I laughed as I remembered the ‘schedule fetish’. “He doesn't have a fetish about it, but I know he has duties too.”

Ashton rolled his eyes. “It's not a fetish.”

“Don't worry Ash, I don't mind.” I teased.

“I hate all of you.”

I laughed and pushed him lightly. “I don't mind that either.”

“Don't lie.” Ah yes, the ego, I wondered where it had gone.

I grinned. “I hate you too, remember?” I replied with a wink as I nudged him with an elbow. “So it's a two way thing ya know.”

“Ah I see”

“It's only fair.” I said grabbing the last tools and placing them in the box. “I think that's all we can use.”

“Alright then.”

I extended my hands to receive the box and Ashton gave it to me. I shook my head at him. “Ashton this is where you say: No Piper, I will take it as the gentleman I am.”

“You're a strong girl, you can carry it.”

Oh, I know, doesn’t mean I wouldn’t appreciate the gesture you—“Good. I'm glad you know that.” I smirked, raising an eyebrow.

“Fine, I can carry it.” He replied with an eye roll as he took the box from my hands. “Where too Ms. Piper?”

“No, no. Now, I want to carry it.”

“If you insist” he said, dropping it into my hands again.

This guy. “Thanks” I mumbled, shaking my head with a smile.

Once we were out of the shed and halfway through the gardens I looked over my shoulder at him, wondering if he was still tired. “Was it worth it?” I asked.

He gave me a confused look. “Was what worth it?”

“Coming with me to a shed instead of resting like I suggested.”

“Definitely worth it.”

I smiled. “I agree.”

~~~

“I guess you have to go now, huh?” Ashton said once we reached my room’s door.

“Unfortunately yes” I replied, holding the box against my hip to tiptoe and give him a quick kiss. “But thanks again for everything”

“Anytime.”

“I'll think about my two wishes.”

“Let me know.”

I nodded. “Gotta go use these.” I said winking. “See you later”

“See ya pipes.”

[winter-havilliard]

Challenge 3: Pirates and Princesses

I did this as a group with Yanely and Gracebella. We went over what should happen and what we would do for this challenge and I had a lot of fun doing it! They were both SUPER helpful! (P.s. Windy is coming 😉) Sorry for typos. Btw you have to read Gracebella’s and Yanely’s fics for the missing info in this. We decided to write them corresponding to each other.

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“For the next challenge, you will be able to be in groups of three or less,” explained Nancy, our etiquette teacher. I immediately grabbed onto Gracey and Yanely, excited that we finally could do a project together. “You will need to do a service project with the lower castes, specifically the sevens and eights. You may choose whatever you’d like it to be,” Nancy paused. “I expect great things from you ladies. Don’t disappoint me,” she said before stepping out of the room.

Yanely glanced at me. “I’m guessing we’re partners,” she questioned.

I gave her a bright smile. “Yep! And Gracey. We can be a trio.”

“It doesn’t look like anybody else is trying to get me in their group. I’m in,” Gracey shrugged.

I nodded, looking around at all the other selected as they paired up with each other. “Great. Let’s go,” I said as I pulled them up from their chairs and had them follow me to my room. I walked into my quarters and sat on my bed. “So… What’s the plan?”

Yanely walked over to my couch and plopped down on it as Gracey joined me on the bed. I was surprised that Gracey and Yanely didn’t sit together. They had already made up from their fight, but there was still some tension. “I don’t know and I don’t care,” Yanely pursed her lips. “Just no kids,” she added.

Gracey grinned at me. “I’d actually love to do something with the children.”

I smiled back at her. “I was thinking the same thing. How about a fund raiser to help out with their schooling programs?”

Gracey’s face lit up. “How about a dance? It could raise some money and the children’s parents could have a night off. We could have a special dinner for them.”

“Please tell me you guys are joking,” Yanely groaned. “I was thinking we could just do a book drive or something.”

Gracey gave Yanely a sympathetic look as she walked over to her and wrapped her arms around her shoulders. “Aw. But it’ll be fun! You love parties,” she exclaimed.

Yanely rolled her eyes, but smiled at her best friend. “Fine,” she agreed and Gracey squealed. “Maybe we could invite the selected and the royal family. It would look good for them and the girls could have a fun night,” she suggested.

I was surprised at Yanely’s willingness, but happy nonetheless. “That’s a great idea! Now we just need a theme. It should be something both the girls and boys would like. It also has to fit their age group,” I explained.

We all thought for a moment, throwing out some jokes to each other about what we could do. Let’s just say that ‘strip club’ was vetoed pretty quickly, not by Gracey and Yanely might I add. “Maybe we could do Pirates and Princesses,” Gracey offered. “The girls could dress up like whichever they choose, and so could the boys if they so desire. Maybe they’d dress up as princes instead of princesses though, she laughed.

“Sure. That sounds fun. Now we just need to get all of the decorations and funds together. We also need to invite everyone,” I said.

Yanely nodded. “I’ll work on the decorations, Gracey can work on the fund raiser, and you can invite the girls and the royals.”

“NO,” I blurted, probably louder than necessary. Gracey and Yanely looked startled by my outburst. “I mean… I’d just rather do the funds. I’m good at that stuff. Gracey can do the inviting,” I smiled nervously. I really didn’t want to have to deal with Cody. We hadn’t talked in the week since Ashton kissed me and I didn’t really know why. We had sort of been ‘mutually avoiding each other’. It was terrible. I kind of missed the weirdo.

Yanely raised an eyebrow at me. “Fine. Whatever. Gracey, you’ll invite everyone. When you’re done, go round up the kids for the dance.”

“Sure thing,” Gracey nodded.

“Alright. Let’s get started,” I chirped, clapping my hands together.

* * *

“Hey, Winter? Can you pass me the napkins,” Yanely asked me as she worked on setting up the refreshments table. I nodded and passed them over to her. “So did you finish with all the funds?”

“Yeah. You’d be surprised how many twos into charity there are in Angeles. They either really want to help the kids or they just want credit for being on the list of donators we’ll show to the king,” I sighed.

Yanely snorted. “Probably the latter.” She and I laughed and I decided to help her set up.

Gracey walked in a few moments later with a clipboard in her hand. “Hey! How did the inviting go,” I asked.

“I rounded up all the kids already. They should be here later tonight. The King and Queen aren’t going to make it but the selected, Ashton, and Cody all agreed to come,” she answered. Cody? I didn’t think he’d say yes. He didn’t seem like he’d enjoy this type of event, plus he wasn’t very happy with me. And I still wasn’t completely sure of the reason. He had to know that I’d be at the party. I was helping to run it after all.

Yanely nodded. “Awesome. The dining hall is all set up for the parents, we just need to finish up in here.”

“Well, I guess I should make myself useful then. The sooner we get this done, the sooner we can get ready,” Gracey chirped.

I smiled at the thought. I was super excited at the chance to dress up. I think the kids are going to have a lot of fun. As sevens and eights, they probably don’t really ever have a chance to do this. Gracey, Yanely, and I were lucky. We were fortunate enough to had been born in higher castes. I really hoped the children and their parents would enjoy themselves. They deserved it.

* * *

I adjusted the icicle tiara on my head, centering it. Yanely, Gracey, and I had decided to go as a trio and dress up as ‘seasonal princesses’. Yanely was summer because she was ‘smoking hot’, as she so delicately stated. Gracey was Spring because pastel green was her favorite color, and of course, I was Winter.

Gracey was wearing beautiful green dress with a floral print and a lavender tiara, Yanely was wearing a borderline sexy red dress with a crown made of suns, and I was wearing a long silver dress that had snowflakes gathered up at the hem and a crystal tiara, made to look like icicles. We all looked pretty nice, If I do say so myself.

Cillia had also been included in our costumes. She was the Autumn to our seasons. We had decided a little before this to add her to the Hoes Squad. It was a big deal; we’re an elite group. She didn’t get ready with us, but I knew what she was wearing. It was a long brown gown that had and brown to orange ombre with a tiara made of leaves to match.

“I really hope this goes well,” said Gracey as she applied one last coat of mascara. “I really want to stay here.”

Yanely rolled her eyes and smirked. “What? You want this to go well so that you can stay and fuck Ashton? What about the kids? I thought this was about them.”

Gracey glared at her and I laughed. I knew they were just joking around. You couldn’t take their arguments too seriously. It was just their relationship.

“You guys almost ready,” I asked.

“Yeah. One sec, Ice Queen. I want to look good,” Gracey wiggled her eyebrows.

“Um, it’s actually Ice PRINCESS tonight. The theme isn’t Pirates and QUEENS after all,” I winked.

Gracey chuckled and put down her makeup. Yanely got up from her spot on the bed and patted down her dress. She, Gracey, and I made our way to the door of my room. “Alright. Time to face the little monsters,” sighed Yanely.

I hit her lightly on the shoulder. “Behave,” I scolded. She rolled her eyes at me and muttered something under her breath. Gracey just laughed.

* * *

“Hey, kids! I’m Winter. Welcome to the Pirates and Princesses Dance,” I exclaimed. I was currently standing in a room with over a hundred ten year olds, excited for their first dance. They all cheered.

I passed the mic over to Yanely, allowing her to say a few words. “Um… Hey… I’m Yanely. Don’t touch me,” she commanded, causing a few kids to laugh.

One little girl and boy launched themselves at Yanely, pulling her into a hug. She looked uncomfortable and she scowled as she pushed the kids off of her. For a split second, I swore I saw the corners of her mouth quirk up.

The boy and girl just grinned and giggled as they walked back over to their friends. “Aww. Looks like Yan Yan has a few fans,” Gracey teased. Yanely scoffed and I laughed.

Yanely handed the microphone over to Gracey next. She gladly took it. “What’s up everyone, I’m Gracebella! I hope you all have the time of your lives here! Have fun.” Yanely snorted at Graceys introduction and I threw her a disapproving look. She was probably thinking of something dirty.

The kids all scattered throughout the room and the selected walked in with Ashton. No sign of Cody.

Let the party begin.

* * *

An hour had gone by and the dance had been going well. I had made my rounds, checking to make sure everything was in order. The kids were having fun, and so were their parents. This was panning out to be a success.

This was becoming an amazing experience for me. All of the hard work we put in was paying off. It was even better to see the smiles on everyone’s face. The parents were mingling and enjoying the adult company and the kids were just enjoying themselves. This is what being a kid should be like. They shouldn’t have to worry about things like when their next meal would be, if it would even come.

I think this assignment gave me a real look on what it was like in the lower castes. If I became royalty, I would make it my mission to help the less fortunate. If this challenge did anything, it made me more determined to be a better candidate in the selection.

I really hoped this would help the other girls as well. I wouldn’t want a queen to not care about the less fortunate. So far, all the girls I had met had shown caring personalities. Yanely liked to hide it, but I knew she did. She probably cared too much. She burned with it.

I was confident with the girls here. They all had at least one quality fit for a queen. I just hoped that Ashton would fall in love with the best woman for our country. I hoped it would all work out.

Deciding that it was okay to finally enjoy myself, I walked over to Yanely and Gracey. “Hey. Everything seems to be running smoothly, so I think I’m going to go hang out for a while.” They both smiled at me and nodded, wishing me a good time.

As I was walking, I was stopped by Ashton. He was dressed as a pirate, and looked admittedly good. “You ladies have really done a great job here. I think the kids are really having fun,” he smiled.

I smiled back. “Thanks. It was fun to do,” I responded. “I hope you’re enjoying yourself.”

“Oh, I definitely am. This was a fun idea,“ he grinned. “Well, I guess I should probably go greet the adults. Bye, Winter. Save me a dance” he winked and waved as he started to walk to the next room with the parents in it.

Ashton was here, but where was Cody? He hadn’t walked in when everyone else had. Maybe he just decided not to come.

I glanced around the room one more time in hopes of finding him here.

And there he was. Cody was sitting on a bench against the wall, dressed in his regular attire, talking to some of the kids. He had a faint smile on his face.

I watched the sight for a few moments before he caught my eye. He froze. We stared at each other for a second or two before he turned his gaze back to the children. He said something to them before he got up and stalked over to the door.

He was definitely avoiding me. There was no doubt about it.

He didn’t get to do that. I didn’t do anything wrong. Next thing I knew, I was seeing red.

I ran after him, dodging people as I went by. I finally caught up to him and grabbed his arm before he could step out of the room. “Cody, stop,” I commanded.

Cody whipped his head to me. “What,” he hissed. I was taken back by his attitude but quickly composed myself. My face contorted into anger.

“What’s your problem,” I glared.

Cody pursed his lips before looking around, checking to see if anyone was close enough to hear us. “Nothing,” he grumbled.

I raised an eyebrow at him, not believing him for even a second. “Cody, seriously. What’s wrong,” I questioned.

Cody huffed, shuffling his feet. “It’s nothing.” He turned his gaze to the ground.

I narrowed my eyes at him. “You’ve been ignoring me.”

“No I haven’t,” he defended. He honestly sounded like a child.

“Oh really?”

“Yeah. Really.”

“So we’re still friends?”

“Yeah,” He said angrily.

I smirked at him. “Prove it,” I said, before grabbing his hand. He flinched at the contact.

He gave me an anxious look, before pulling me to the dance floor. This is not what I meant by ‘prove it’. I thought he would just hug me. I only grabbed his hand to get his attention.

Cody dragged me to the center of the room before wrapping an arm around my waist, and pulling me close. I had one hand in his, held at his chest, and the other around his neck. We were in a tight embrace and he moved me delicately across the floor.

It felt strangely comfortable. You’d think it would feel at least a bit awkward, but it didn’t. “Is this good enough for you,” he asked.

“I don’t know, do you actually mean it?”

Cody leaned his head back and looked me dead in the eye. “I don’t know, are you done kissing my brother?”

I went wide eyed at his words. What the hell did he mean by that. “Is that why you’re upset with me,” I questioned.

Cody gave me a hesitant look before burying his face into the crook of my neck. “You’re so oblivious,” he stated.

I furrowed my brows. “Why do you say that?”

Cody didn’t even answer my question. He simply pulled me closer, which I didn’t even think was possible. Cody tightened his grip on my hand and slowly rubbed the back of my palm with his thumb.

“Hey Cody?”

“Hmm?”

I closed my eyes. “Please tell me you’re not mad at me.”

Cody sighed. “I’m not.”

“I miss you, you know,” I said, resting my head against his shoulder.

“I miss you too,” he whispered.

‘Then how about you man up and stop ignoring me’, I wanted to retort. Boys are confusing. I hate it.

Cody lifted his head and looked at me fully. “You look beautiful tonight, Ice Queen,” he smiled slightly.

“It’s Ice PRINCESS,” I chuckled. Oops, my smart ass is showing.

Cody chuckled before brushing a piece of my hair behind my ear. Cody held the hand against my cheek. He stared into my blue eyes before his gaze dropped down to my lips. What was he doing?

Before I could find out, someone cleared their throat next to us. I turned my head to the sound. It was Ashton.

He gave Cody a questioning glance. Did he see what just happened? “May I cut in,” he smiled at me.

Cody glared at his brother. Instead of him handing me over to Ashton, he pulled me away from the dance floor and towards the door. Ashton narrowed his eyes at his brother. I had no clue what was going on.

Cody opened the door, and stepped out into the hallway, still holding my hand in his. “Cody, what are you doing,” I questioned. He didn’t answer. I pulled my hand away from him. “What was that,” I hissed.

Cody ran his hands threw his hair and down his face. “I don’t know,” he groaned.

“What do you mean you don’t know? You practically ripped me out of there.”

“I know,” he sighed. “What’s wrong with me?” You tell me.

I looked at him slowly. He looked dazed and confused. “Cody..” I put my hand back in his, trying to calm him down. I didn’t know what his problem was, but I’d try to help him. I always would.

Cody turned his gaze back up to me. He seemed to be deep in thought. He shook his head, clearing his mind. His gaze changed into a look of pure determination.

Cody tugged me to him and wrapped his arm around my waist. It was like when we were dancing, but this time, he leaned his head towards me. I went wide eyed as he kissed me.

It took me about a second to realize what was going on. Cody was kissing me. Deciding not to fight my instincts, I wrapped my arms securely around his neck, and kissed him back.

I could feel Cody smile into the kiss, as I moved my lips in sync with his. He pulled me close, and he deepened the kiss.

After a few moments, he pulled away and rested his fore head against mine. “I was jealous,” he whispered, his breathing heavy. He pecked my lips. “And hurt.” He kissed my cheek. “You kissed my brother… I didn’t like that.” With that said, his lips were back on mine.

Unlike our first kiss, this one wasn’t as frantic. It still had that sense of want and need, but it was deeper. “I’m sorry,“ Cody murmured against my lips.”

I knew Cody had many reasons for saying that. He was sorry for ignoring me. He was sorry for kissing me, when it could most likely get me killed. He was sorry… He was just sorry.

But I wasn’t.

I continued to kiss him. I didn’t care if we were caught. I didn’t care if this would lead to my death. I didn’t care if our time was limited. We had now. That’s all that mattered.

But apparently now decided to end.

I heard the opening of the door, and suddenly the quiet hallway was filled with a loud gasp. Cody and I pulled away quickly. He looked up, over my head, with wide eyes. I whipped my head in the direction of the sound.

Yanely and Gracey were at the end of the hall, their eyes locked on us. Gracey had a face of pure shock and Yanely looked almost… Smug? This could not be happening.

“I’m sorry,” Cody muttered.

[ladyhollygwen-blog]

Lady Holly Borelli & Lady Anjana Bank’s Service Project

I’m screwed.

I thought as I finished listening to the announcement that was just given to the remaining Selected by Ashton himself. 

We had been assigned the task of assisting the Sevens and Eights of Angeles with some sort of charity project, which of course I had no qualms about. My only reservation was the fact that Daisy was gone, my go to partner for projects such as this one. I was allowed to work alone if I wished, except I wanted a partner. Someone I could work with to make the end result of this task even better than it could be.

As I looked around the Women’s Room I noticed most of the girls had linked themselves in partnerships or threesomes already, more specifically Gracebella, Yanley, and Winter. Those three were thick as thieves, but thankfully they had overcome the drama of Gracebella’s time with Ashton, relieving the rest of us Selected from their tension. My eyes continued scanning the room when they suddenly landed on Anjana, standing by a window. I decided not to second guess myself as I walked towards her, remembering how well we had worked together for the previous group project. 

Her face broke into a smile as she noticed me nearing, “Hey Holly.”

I smiled in response, encouraged by her reaction, “Hey Anjana, how are you?”

“I’m good. Ready to tackle this project. You?” she answered, looking fierce and determined as ever.

“A bit nervous, but still excited. I actually came over here to ask if you would like to be partners,” I said, slightly nervous.

She grinned kindly, “I had a feeling that’s why you came over. My answer is yes, I’d love to!”

I sighed with relief and she laughed slightly, taking my arm to lead me away from the other girls.

“I actually have a pretty good idea in mind,” she said once we were out in the hallway, “Well, at least I think it’s a good idea,” she added with a sly grin and I giggled in response. 

“I trust you and your ideas. What is it?” I asked, curious to see what she had come up with.

“Let’s head back to my room and I can tell you all about it,” she answered with confidence while I nodded, ready to take on this challenge as a team.

 *** 

“Um, excuse me miss?” a small voice said from my right. I looked down to see a hopelessly skinny little girl, dark hair in tangles and clothes tattered, barely more than eight years old. As I bent down to be at her level, I noticed her honey colored eyes were red rimmed, tear streaks visible on her dark brown cheeks.

“Yes? What’s the matter, sweetheart?” I asked, taking one of her small hands with my own. I felt my own heart breaking at the sight of another broken, innocent child.

“My mommy told me to wait with the other kids, but she’s been gone a while and I can’t find her,” her voice broke as she finished, tears streaming down her face once again.

I opened my arms to her and she eagerly stepped into them, burying her face in my shoulder, “Can you tell me your name? Then we can try and find your mommy,” I asked, rubbing soothing circles into her back.

I heard her soft voice murmur her name and I nodded, remembering her mother stepping into a cubicle with a counselor earlier.

“Okay, Kaia. Your mommy is still talking to one of the adults like me, but she’ll be out soon, I promise. Would you like to sit with me until she comes out?” I asked, pulling back to look into her eyes. She nodded and I stood up, taking her hand once again to lead her to one of the tables assembled throughout the community center. My eyes drifted across the room, noticing each and every woman, each one looking defeated and wary in her own way. Not all had children, but most did.

Anjana had really astounded me with her wonderful idea, suggesting we help the abused wives and mothers of the seven and eight population. She had formulated the plan with my assistance, both of us agreeing to bring in counselors and other means of assistance to hopefully give these women a better life. I had volunteered to organize the project, making all the necessary calls to make sure our plan went off without a hitch. In the end, we were able to open up several community centers throughout Angeles with many women in attendance. Anjana and I chose to visit only a couple of the centers throughout the day, wanting to meet the women personally.

All this had led me here with sweet Kaia, one of the many children I had visited with during the day. While I chose to spend more of my time with the children, Anjana had drifted towards the women, wanting to speak to as many as she could. I saw her sitting at a table across the room, deep in conversation with a girl who couldn’t be more than twenty, holding her young son in her arms. Suddenly the girl burst into tears, Anjana reaching over to envelop her and the girl’s son in her arms.

I felt Kaia’s small hand slip away from my hands as her small voice shouted, “Mommy!”

I turned to see little Kaia running towards her mother who had just come out of a private cubicle, her mother’s arms opening to take her daughter and hug her tightly. A smile fell upon my lips, happy to see Kaia’s mother looking better than when she had first come in.

“It’s nice to see, isn’t it?” Anjana asked, appearing at my side while looking towards Ava and her mother, acknowledging the hopeful expression on both of their faces as they walked towards the exit. Kaia peeked over her mother’s shoulder at me, offering me a small wave.

I waved in response as I answered, “It is. I wish we could do more though.”

Anjana nodded in agreement, eyes thoughtful, “I wish we could too. But think about how many lives we were able to change today? How many women who get to leave here knowing that their life isn’t going to get worse?” she said, expression wondrous as she turned towards me.

“What we did was… incredible. I couldn’t imagine doing this project any other way. You were amazing Anjana, talking to all of those wives and mothers and letting them open up to you like that,” I said, admiring all of the wonderful skills she possessed.

She smiled in thanks before replying, “Thank you, but I don’t think you’re giving yourself enough credit. The way I was with the mothers, you were just as good with their children. You made them feel safe, which I’m sure they haven’t felt in a very long time.”

I felt my cheeks heat up at her praise and she giggled, “Be proud of what you can do, Holly. At what we both can do,” she said, taking my hand with hers. I nodded, feeling a surge of pride for what we were able to accomplish with the women here today.

“Thank you, Anjana. For everything. I’m glad I was able to find another friend in the Selection,” I said, truly grateful for her friendship. I had worried about my place in the Selection after Daisy left, not wanting to isolate myself from the other girls, yet simultaneously not wanting to intrude on the tight bonds the remaining girls had already formed. Now, I felt confident and secure, knowing I’d have an ally to keep me going through the rest of the Selection. At least for a little while.

“I’m glad we’re friends too, Holly,” she replied, smiling genuinely, “Now let’s stop being all sappy and head back to the palace to celebrate, yeah?” 

I laughed and nodded, ready to do nothing else but spend the rest of my evening reveling in all the good I had done with Anjana, finally feeling like I had done something worthwhile while at the palace. Not only for the women we had helped, but for myself as well. My heart was full as we linked arms, walking out of the community center to whatever the Selection held next.