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The Royal Honor 👑

Chapter Two

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A ‘The Royal Heir’ Fanfiction

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Up in the Heir

In the morning, Kate repacks their suitcases while Drake showers. The Royal jet was scheduled to pick them up at 10 am. Despite being away for a week neither of them had packed much. Kate had brought more beachwear and extra underwear than real clothes. The exception had been a pair of sundresses to wear to dinner and for the flight home. Drake had packed his favourite jeans and a couple of denim shirts, and at Kate's insistence some shorts and tshirts too. Drake was totally clueless sometimes about packing clothes for travel, that sort of thing really didn't matter much to him. Kate had discovered his reasoning for wanting to pack so little once they'd arrived at the villa that first day. He'd intended on spending the majority of his time as naked as possible. She had burst out laughing at this at first, reminding him that the island DID have a staff of strangers for most of the day. They'd only be free to be outdoors naked at night.

In the end he'd conceded to at least wear shorts or swim trunks during the day, taking every opportunity to go shirtless when they found each other alone. After a couple of days of being under the watchful eyes of the butler and his staff, who graciously catered to their every need, Drake had become impatient at the lack of privacy. It became a game for him to find ways to ditch the staff and sneak private time with Kate during the day. They'd miraculously appear at scheduled mealtimes, slightly disheveled, but at least appropriately dressed.

Standing at the open window Kate fills her lungs with the fresh ocean breeze. The perfect glittering ocean landscape outside had been the same every day of their trip. It hadn't rained, the daily temperatures had fluctuated little, and apart from the predictable sunrise and sunset times the only thing that changed was whether they had fluffy clouds that day or clear skies. It had all seemed surreal to Kate, her time in Cordonia and on this tropical island. So different than her life and climate in New York city. As she stood at the window, lost in thought, she wasn't aware that Drake had finished his shower.

Walking into the main room of the villa, drying himself with his bath towel, he sees Kate standing at the window. As he crossed the room to join her, he smiled. She positively glowed. The honey brown sun kissed color of her skin was a stark contrast to the crisp white, and floral print of her sundress. Her hair was swept up in a ponytail accented by a white cotton ribbon. Delicate pearl earrings, a gift he had given her their first night on the island, dripped from her earlobes. The breeze from the window caught the loose tendrils of hair at her nape and where they framed her beautiful face. He wanted to twirl them around his finger, knowing how silky they'd feel, or tuck them behind her ear and steal a caress of the soft skin of her face or neck. To hear her gasp, and see her lips part at his warm touch, and yearn to be kissed.

Kate heard the pad of his bare feet on the floorboards as he approached, and his naked reflection in the window glass made her breath catch. She could see the mischievous gleam in his eye and the smirk on his face. Pretending to be engrossed in the scenery outside, she waited for him with bated breath. As the warmth of his body, and the fresh scent of his clean skin filled her senses she felt her body respond. Her blood sizzled, her nerves on alert for his touch, just his breath on her skin made her nipples harden and sent a warmth spreading through her abdomen that coalesced between her thighs. When he spoke, she stifled the moan that threatened to escape her throat by biting hard on her lip.

“Hello Beautiful,” his voice rumbled as he dipped his head down to kiss her shoulder.

“Hello my Love,” she whispers, reaching up to grab the back of his neck.

Drake reaches up to place his hand on her throat, feeling her racing pulse against his palm as she tips her head back. Grasping the strap of her sundress with his teeth, he transfers it to his thumb and slides it off her shoulder. Kate gasps as his hand tightens on her throat and his fingers tickle a trail of goosebumps down her arm. His hand slides over her hip, reaching for the hem of her dress.

“Drake,” she whispers, as he presses her up against the windowsill with his body.

As his hot breath blows the loose tendrils of hair on her neck, she moans.

“You need to stop Drake, the Royal jet will be here within minutes.”

His hand moves from her throat to squeeze her breast, while the other slides up her thigh under her skirt.

“So, let them wait.” He growls, biting the side of her neck.

Reaching out to place her hands on the window, Kate notices someone walking up the beach. This wouldn't be unusual except for the way he's dressed. “Umm, Drake? Who's that?”

Lifting up the back of her dress, Drake massages the bare cheeks of her ass, hooking his finger into the lacy band of her thong and yanking it out of her crack. “They would be my fingers, followed by an intrusion by Little Drake.”

Kate laughs, swatting his hand away, “No silly, who's that walking toward us from the beach?”

Drake looks up, “Who? Where?”

Kate taps at the window, “It looks like King Nicholas.”

Drake scowls, bending over to get his towel from the floor. He wraps it angrily around his hips. “Son of a Bitch, what is he doing here?”

Kate folds her arms under her breasts and leans her hip against the windowsill.

“Well it is HIS island. ”

Drake storms over to his suitcase, rifling through the neatly folded clothes that Kate had packed for him. Grabbing a handful of items he starts to get dressed.

“Yes I know that for Fuck's sake, but I was expecting to see him on the airstrip not at our door. Go out there and stall him, I can't have the King catch me naked.”

Kate glances over her shoulder, seeing Nicholas approaching the doorstep. She quickly goes to the door and steps outside. She attempts to keep him from getting any closer to the door or from seeing in the windows. Throwing on her bravest smile, hoping her tan disguises the blush blooming on her cheeks, she waves to him.

“Good Morning Nicholas, we weren't expecting you so soon.”

Looking her up and down, and taking in how nervous she looks, Nicholas grins. “My apologies Kate, I wanted to talk to you and Drake privately before we go back to Cordonia.”

Kate jumps as she hears Drake's voice from behind her. “Privately about what?”

Drake slips his around Kate's waist, pulling her to his side.

Nicholas looks down at his bare feet burning in the hot sand, his shoes dangling off of his fingers. Sweat drips from his temples as he wipes his forehead on his sleeve. He steps up onto the deck boards, which are almost as warm as the sand. “Can we go inside and talk. I am frightfully overdressed for this heat.”

Kate steps away from Drake and then goes to open the door, “Of course Your Majesty, how rude of us. Please do come in.”

Drake steps aside, watching Nicholas wipe his feet on the doormat and then follows him inside. The air conditioned interior is a welcome change to the heat outside. Nicholas drops his shoes by the door and then turns to Drake and Kate.

“The press outlets in Valtoria have been clamoring for news about Cordonia’s newest Duke and Duchess. You've been married for a month now and they've been speculating all this week of your honeymoon that you may already be pregnant.”

Kate’s mouth drops open with shock, she holds her hands up. “Woah, wait a minute. Whether Drake and I are ready to start a family is our business. Is there no such thing as privacy anymore?”

Drake reaches for her hand, his brow creasing into a sympathetic frown. “We talked about having children Kate.”

Nicholas smiles, and he and Drake share a silent nod.

“Such is the life of newly married nobles Kate, especially those as high profile as you've become. Your wedding brought Nobles together to support the crown. And now the crown needs you more than ever.” Nicholas says, looking from Drake to Kate.

Kate frowns, looking between her husband and her King. It was like they'd already made up their mind about something. “What's going on, what am I missing here?”

Nicholas reaches out to take both of her hands in his, his expression gravely serious, “Kate as you know, I am a King without a Queen. Being single this long after my coronation, despite going through the trouble of courting so many eligible suitors has weakened my position on the world stage. Although I may have the support of the Nobility in this country, it's the neighboring kingdoms who are applying pressure for me to supply an heir to solidify my position as King.”

Kate looks at him with horror, pulling her hands out of his grip, “I'm happily married Your Majesty. I saw the way you looked at Drake just now. If you're proposing we open up our relationship to become one of these ‘Cordonian' marriages you're sadly mistaken. I’m not sleeping with you so that you can make an heir.”

Nicholas chuckles, “Oh no Kate, I would never do that. I'm asking if you and Drake would agree to allow me to appoint your future child as heir to the throne.”

Kate takes a step back, trying to process the enormous responsibility he was asking them to accept.

“I..I..don't know what to say.” she stammers.

She looks over at Drake to gauge his reaction. To her horror, he was beaming with pride. Reaching out to shake Nicholas’ hand, “Wow, my kid on the throne? What an honor.”

Kate feels weak in the knees and sick to her stomach. What the Hell Drake?! Shouldn't we talk about this first??

She's struck speechless at Drake's sudden willingness to make their child royalty.

Nicholas can't help but notice Kate's panicked expression. “I'll let you think about it. But I have a more pleasant surprise for you, I hope..”

Kate hears footsteps and laughter outside on the steps. She throws on a smile and tries to look happy to see Hana, Maxwell and Bertrand come through the door.

“Wow for a beach shack this is pretty sweet!” Maxwell exclaims, wiping his feet on the doormat.

“Maxwell!” Bertrand scowls in disapproval.

“I think your information is a little off. They've made improvements to the villa since 1997.” Hana laughs.

Drake clears his throat, “Hey Guys, welcome to our honeymoon. Please tell me you're not staying.”

Maxwell rushes over and gives Kate a hug, “You look amazing! A week in Paradise with Drake's big dick energy has got you positively glowing.”

Bertrand rolls his eyes, Drake scowls, Hana blushes and Nicholas shakes his head. Kate speaks up, “So I take it you guys are here to spend the last day on the island with us.”

“Heck yeah, we've come to paaaarty!” Maxwell dances on the spot, snapping his fingers to the unheard song in his head.

Drake walks over and wraps his arm around Kate, giving her a kiss on the cheek. She stands stiffly next to him, the details of their earlier conversation still festering in her mind.

“I suppose I did miss you guys, and it would be a shame to keep this beautiful place all to ourselves.” Kate says, sliding her hand into Drake's

Hana walks around the villa, checking the view from each window. “Wow they picked the perfect location on the beach to build on, the view is beautiful everywhere you look.”

“Speaking of beach,” Maxwell quickly unbuttons his shirt. “Let's get out there and enjoy it."

Bertrand straightens his jacket, clearly uncomfortable baring anything, “I think I'll refrain from any ‘partying’ , but it is nice to see you both again.”

Nicholas pulls his jacket off, “I can't wait to show everyone some of my favorite places on the island.”

As everyone turns toward the door to leave, the tablet that Bertrand is carrying gets a notification, “Pardon me Your Majesty, I've just received word that you have unexpected royal visitors back at Home. The King and Queen of Auvernal.”

Kate frowns, “Sounds familiar, where's Auvernal?”

“They're one of Cordonia’s neighbors, they haven't been the closest of friends, but the two Kingdoms have been getting along well in recent years.” Hana replies.

Nicholas rubs his chin, “When did they arrive?”

Bertrand scowls as he reads, “About an hour ago, they want to discuss the issue of your heir, and are insisting on staying around until you get back.”

“Wow, how pushy and rude.” Hana gasps.

“Oh they refuse to be ignored,” Nicholas says, running his hands through his hair with a sigh.

“So what are you going to do about them?” Drake asks.

Nicholas shrugs smiling, “Well since they've shown up unannounced, they can wait. I'm not going to give up a day with my friends. How often do we all get to spend time together on a tropical island?”

Drake nods, “And send them a clear message in the process.”

“Precisely,” he replies.

Bertrand prepares a message to pass along, “As you wish, I will send a message to Madeleine to inform them of your regrets. And that you'll be there to see them when your schedule opens up.”

“Thank you Bertrand. Now I believe there's a beach with our names on it.” Nicholas smiles happily.

“All right, let's do this!” Maxwell says clapping his hands, fist pumping the air.

Drake shakes his head, “You're too excited for your own good Max, don't make me regret including you in our honeymoon.”

As everyone disperses to get changed, Bertrand hangs back looking concerned. “Ok Bertrand, out with it. What's got you looking so worried? It's just a day on the beach.” Kate says, touching his arm.

Bertrand looks down at his tablet, his hand rubbing at the furrows of his worried brow. “It's not the beach I'm concerned about, it's the dire situation back home. Without an heir to the throne, Nicholas’ position is vulnerable. There will be pressure from Auvernal to join an alliance with them, or else. And I fear that Cordonia will be swallowed up.”

“Well for now we can't fight them from the beach, so we'll deal with them when we get home. Nicholas may not have a Queen, but he's not alone. Auvernal and everyone else will have to deal with the Duke and Duchess of Valtoria by his side.” Kate says, her eyes shining with conviction.

Bertrand pats Kate on the shoulder, “I don't doubt you and Drake for a minute Kate.”

Kate nods, “Ok then let's get out in the sand and sunshine. We can't let our friends have all the fun without us.”

Bertrand frowns, grumbling, “Must there be sand involved?”

After Kate gets changed into a bikini top and shorts, she and Bertrand find their friends waiting in a private cove. Drake and Maxwell are tossing a volleyball back and forth.

“There you two are, we're trying to make up teams for a game.” Drake says, spiking the ball at Maxwell, who ducks and deflects the ball away. It rolls over to Hana, and she picks it up.

“A friendly game would be great,” she says.

Bertrand huffs, “I'll be the judge of that.”

“You mean referee.” Drake corrects him.

Maxwell quickly counts everybody, his mouth dropping open. “But wait Bertrand in order to make things fair we need you to play.”

“Ok fine,” he says reluctantly.

As they divide up into teams, it becomes Hana, Kate and Nicholas versus Drake, Maxwell and Bertrand.

Kate chuckles to herself. Drake always ended up on the opposite team when they played games with friends. And because of his stubbornness he ended up trying to over compensate for his team's shortcomings. In other words he was a ball hog. And with his and Nicholas’ long standing rivalry they were always trying to best the other.

Nicholas spins the ball in his hands, grinning as he fixes Drake with a challenge in his eyes from across the court. “The usual wager, Drake?”

Hana looks between them, “What kind of wager?”

Drake laughs, “Oh nothing serious, Nicholas and I play for pushups.”

Kate shakes her head with a grin, remembering how they had bet on the horse race way back in the social season. Nicholas had lost.

“At the very least the loser gets some extra exercise. And the winner gets to gloat.” Nicholas says.

“Says the guy who usually loses,” Drake teases.

“Ok guys this is a volleyball game, not a pissing match. So put it back in your shorts, and let's play.” Kate laughs.

Drake winks at her from across the court, tugging up the waistband of his shorts. Maxwell takes aim at his opponents with his finger guns. “Ok guys let's do this. Team Tricky Nicky is going down.”

Nicholas chuckles, “We'll see.”

He serves it across the net, Drake smashes it back in Kate's direction.

Kate rushes over to bump it back, “I've got it!”

Drake dives for the ball, sending it over the net. It lands in the sand next to Hana.

“Nice try Kate, but you've got to be faster than that to score on me.” He smirks, brushing the sand off himself.

Hana picks up the ball, “Don't worry Kate, we'll get him back.”

The game continues with both teams scoring points. Once Hana gets into a groove she proves to be ruthless, picking on Maxwell at any chance she can get. Despite his willingness to help out his team whenever he can, Maxwell is no match for her. Bertrand was pretty much useless, huffing and puffing in his brown suit. He kept catching the ball instead of trying to hit it back over the net. Drake and Nicholas launch killer shots back and forth at each other, crisscrossing the court. It was all Kate could do not to get trampled. Hana and Nicholas were clearly winning the majority of the points for their team. Occasionally Kate managed to lob a deflected shot back over the net, but they were easily whacked back over the net by Drake. As the game winds down the score is tied and it's Nicholas’ serve.

“Heads up losers, the game winner is serving up right…Now!”

Maxwell hits it back, but Hana is ready by the net to spike it hard back at him. It bounces off of Bertrand’s head, knocking him down. “Ouch!”

“Whoops sorry, “ Hana giggles.

Drake jumps up to spike the ball back over the net with a grunt. “Uugh!”

Kate dives for it and misses, the ball bouncing about six inches out of reach.

“Yes! Booyah!” Drake pumps his fist in the air. He swings his other arm up to aggressively high five Maxwell, who flinches and ducks, throwing up his hand defensively.

“Yeah, for team..us,” he winces, shaking out his stinging hand.

Nicholas nods his head, conceding defeat, “Congratulations Drake.”

“Great game, now pay up Your Majesty!” Drake laughs.

Nicholas adjusts the waistband of his shorts, placing his hands on his hips. “You wouldn't let me forget, would you.”

Drake shakes his head, “Nope.”

Nicholas drops down to the sand to do push ups. Kate and Hana exchange a glance as he labors against the hot sand.

“We lost as a team, so we need to pay up as a team.” Hana says.

Kate nods, “It's only fair.”

They drop down on the sand to do push ups next to Nicholas, who pauses long enough to give them both a nod in gratitude.

On the other side of the net, Maxwell and Bertrand sit side by side on the sand.

“So big brother, if we had lost..” he gestures toward the King and his teammates pushing against the sand, sweating in the hot sun.

Bertrand shakes his head, “Not on your life. I'm quite sure I've already ruined this suit with these sweaty shenanigans. I'd let Drake do them all.”

Drake lowers the bottle of water he's been drinking, overhearing their conversation. He kicks sand in their direction and then dumps the rest of the water over his head. Shaking his wet hair out at them, he laughs. “Oh really?”

Maxwell throws his hands up over his face and laughs, Bertrand snorts in disgust and scurries away.

Brushing himself off, Bertrand hears the sound of a boat on the water. He looks up and sees the glint of the sunshine on glass as the boat turns sharply and speeds away.

“I believe the media has found us,” he scowls.

Hana, Kate and Nicholas get up off the sand, brushing themselves off and going for the chest that holds their supply of bottled water.

“I thought this was a secret, private island.” Kate says, feeling suddenly very exposed and underdressed. She grabs a towel and covers herself, although she knows it's too little too late.

Nicholas frowns indignantly, “It's supposed to be. And If I find out one of my support staff leaked our location they're ass is going to fired.”

Drake ducks under the volleyball net and goes over to stand next to Kate, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “Now I feel bad for not being on your team. I wish the media vultures would leave us alone.”

“I'll alert the security team at once your Majesty,” Bertrand says, storming off. “Although I'm greatly disappointed they'd allow a strange boat get this close to us in the first place.”

“We should move further inland where they can't see us, any ideas?” Nicholas asks, shading his eyes from the sun to scan the water and then up and down the beach for other intruders.

Maxwell can barely contain his excitement at having the chance to decide what they do next. Especially now that his brother was busy doing boring stuff. Drake sees his eyes light up, and the grin spread across his face, he secretly hoped that his activity doesn't involve anything he'd regret later. “Ok out with it Maxwell, before you explode.”

“I have an idea! Hana and I looked into what else the island had to offer for fun while we were on the way here. I just know you're gonna love it!” Maxwell beams.

Drake grumbles, the look in Maxwell's eyes was all sorts of crazy, “Your enthusiasm worries the Fuck out of me Max, ”

Kate slaps Drake on the arm, “Oh hush you.”

Maxwell practically bubbles with excitement as he explains, “The other side of the island is lush with breathtaking scenery and full of exotic animals, and what better way to experience it all than ziplining! “

Kate gulps. She was deathly scared of heights, and sincerely hoped Drake wouldn't be onboard for this.

Drake nods, “You know what, that does sound like fun.”

Kate feels her stomach drop. Well shit, I wasn't expecting him to say that.

Hana and Maxwell exchange a triumphant high five. They look at Kate expectantly. “Well what do you say Kate?”

“It does sound like the perfect distraction, it's been a while since I've had the chance to explore the rest of the island.” Nicholas says with a smile.

Kate looks at all of their excited faces, torn between succumbing to her fear and bowing out and the fear of missing out on a once in a lifetime experience with her friends and thus disappointing them.

She takes Drake's hand and gives it a squeeze, he catches the worried look in her eyes for the first time. “As exciting as flying through dangerous rock formations on a wire sounds, I'm feeling totally wiped after our volleyball game. So I think I'm going to pass. But you guys are welcome to go ahead without us.”

Drake takes the hint when she uses “us" in her answer. “Uh, yeah. We'll catch up with you all later for Dinner. “ he says trying to hide his disappointment.

Nicholas, Hana and Maxwell collect their things and prepare to leave.

There's an odd look on Nicholas’ face for a moment and then it's gone, Kate could swear it was jealousy but he quickly hides it with a smile. “I suppose it is still your honeymoon afterall. Off with you two then.”

He turns and follows Maxwell and Hana, and Drake tugs at her hand and they walk back to the villa together.

Turning her head to take one last look back, she feels a pang of regret, and Drake's body language was less than relaxed as he trudged through the sand next to her. “Are you really tired Kate, or is there another reason we're going in the opposite direction than our friends?”

Kate tries to organize her thoughts and feelings and then just lets out a sigh, “I..I'm..ok maybe I'm not that tired Drake. But I wanted some time alone with you so we could talk about what happened this morning.”

“You're talking about Nicholas and this heir business right?” he says.

Kate feels a tiny measure of relief that he's at least willing to discuss it with her, “Yes, we need to talk about this before we rush into anything.”

“He's my best friend Kate, you know I'd do anything for him.” He begins.

Kate looks off toward the water, hiding the fact that she's rolling her eyes. Not this Best Friend bullshit again.

“He was your best friend, and your Best Man at our wedding. But we're married Drake, shouldn't I be your best friend now?” she argues, hating that he was still putting Nicholas ahead of her.

Drake looks down, “Yeah I know. But being married to you doesn't change how I feel about him.

Kate looks over at Drake with a frown as they walk up to the door of the villa. What does he mean by how he feels about Nicholas? They're just friends right? Practically brothers I suppose. But was there something else?

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