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[storiesofoblivion]

Edward was proud of Rhiannon, he was happy for Rhiannon, he wanted Rhiannon to achieve the success she deserved. However, here they were, having another conversation where she had completely zoned out, she was distracted and in her own world. “Were you even listening to me?” He asked, not meaning to snap at her but his patience had worn thin. “Actually, let me rephrase that. Have you heard anything I’ve said for the last 5 months?” @mrsxbrightsidex​

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        SHE WASN’T oblivious about his feelings towards her, contrary to popular belief. grace was more than aware about how he felt — she prided herself in being observant and she knew him well enough. if she were any other normal girl, maybe she would have said something about this already to him but she refused to say anything. from experience, love was not meant to last. that was evident with her family, with the sole exception of her twin brother isaac. even the ones she sort of got along well with, their relationship was rocky at best. he had been the one constant in her life outside of her family and she refused to lose him. it was why she pretended like she didn’t know he had feelings for her, choosing to ignore each and every single hint that he would drop, such as tonight. she sat on the opposite end of the couch as the movie played, focusing all of her attention on the screen and doing her best not to look in his general direction.

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Direct, she could work with that. As he pivots his way towards the couch, Rhiannon inhales sharply as she channels whatever semblance of confidence she had. She battles all the self-doubt and insecurity, knowing that a man like Kyle Douglas could sniff fear out in a second. She turns around, trying her best to remain calm yet enthusiastic. “Your last album was a joke.” In truth, she practiced her spiel many times. She was going to praise his work, beg for a chance, and smile as he told her to disappear. But finally facing her artistic hero, she felt a sense of certainty rush back. When it came to music, she knew her stuff. At least, enough to know where she could be of the most use. “You and your producers were trying too hard to replicate… Well, you. Want to know what I think?” She doesn’t wait to find out, pulling out a chair and sitting behind it. “I think you can do better. And me? Well, I’m better.” Her features softening, she shrugs in recognition. “After all, you aren’t exactly the struggling artist you were when you wrote your first hit. So, let me help. Let me write you a hit.”

Kyle scoffed, shaking his head, though he had to admire the audacity. “So you insult me then you offer me a business deal?” He had to admit he was intrigued by the woman, not so much about what she was saying but her brashness. It was equal parts entertaining as it was irritating. He was used to obsessed fans hovering about him like flies but this was something he didn’t see often, it made for a different kind of conversation and he had enough time before he would no doubt be ushered onto the tour bus again. “You’re a funny one, you are, Rhiannon.” He leaned forward, eye to eye with the woman as he tilted his head with a grin. “Alright, babe, I’ll humour you - how many number one hits have you written in your time?”

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“So you come to my country club, use my name? Because I helped you one time?” he said confused as to why she’d think he’d be willing to help her more than once. He was but he also wasn’t one to be used. “Now why did you trick people so you could speak to me.” @mrsxbrightsidex

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    Luna took care of others. It’s what she did for a living, it is what she did her entire existence. Growing up, she spent her days parenting her father and keeping her small family afloat - and even when they sunk, she found herself reaching out to just about anyone to take care of them. Being taken care of was a foreign concept. In fact, it was an unwanted concept. “I’m fine,” she attempted to convince her friend. After collapsing at work due to overworking herself with little to no sleep, she was beginning to realize how little she paid attention to her own needs. Yet, somehow, she still didn’t want her friend to feel the need to help or take care of her, even though she was gracious they were able to pick her up from work. “Really, I’m fine. You don’t have to worry about me... Sorry about this. Thanks for picking me up. They wouldn’t let me leave until someone did.”

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He needed this proposal, he needed said engagement, and as much as it pained him to admit, he needed her. If Frederick had knew this was how his life would turn out, he would’ve just turned her request down in the first place, but here they were and here he’d beg them to stay. It was part of the reason he’d called her here, although in all honesty he was sure she wouldn’t show up. He had been surprised when she had, at least she was willing to hear him out. Freddie sighed, scooting to the edge of the seat as he poured himself a glass of wine, he offered to pour some in her cup, glancing at her as she sat opposite of him. He took another breath, running his tongue over his teeth and lifting the glass to his lips. As he placed it on the table, he spoke “I need you.” As if that meant anything to her. “I need this engagement to continue for a bit. It still benefits you, lets be honest your opponent is trash and the world would go down in flames if he’s elected which he doesn’t care about.” He shrugged. “My parents looked you up for whatever reason, they like you, who knows why and now this entire think has come around to kick me in the ass. Don’t laugh” He muttered. “I’m sorry for causing this in the first place” he said truthfully, biting back any additional comment about how she started it and it was initially her fault. That wouldn’t help anyone.

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     Gwen never liked parties. They were the one place she felt like she couldn’t belong no matter how many people she might have known. She was a girl too comfortable with solitude; instead of finding loneliness in it, all she saw was peace. But it had been too many weekends of this fake “peace.” Despite changing her scenery by going to the park or discovering new corners of the city, Gwen still couldn’t mask the fact that she was heartbroken. And maybe it was dumb to agree to go out with her friends just on the off-chance she could see Audrey, but hey, at least she could be around other people instead of the animals at the zoo. She sighed and went to the backyard area of the house party. A few people were in and out of the pool, but most of the commotion was going on in the living room, so she took a seat at the edge and took her shoes off. She dipped her feet in and looked around, her stomach sinking as she felt more and more pathetic. 

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Love holds many complications in the details of making it work with your significant other. There’s making sure your partner’s family approves of you. If you fight, you have to allow that to help you grow as individuals. Eliot knew all of this going into her relationship with George, but their love came with extra problems. Mental draining from the spotlight their love had put on her. Nights spent crying quietly after assuring everything was alright. The press noticing her mistakes in comparison to the manners that were ingrained into the minds of the royal family since the moment they were born. It was a pressure that was too much to handle, no matter how many times George whispered that it didn’t matter, that they still scrutinize the royal family even when they do it right. Even with the reassurance and support that pulled him away from the country in short briefs, it had been too much. Since his crowning in February, it had just been overwhelming to handle.

That’s why Eliot returned solely to the guard.

It was a difficult decision, but it was one made without notice to George. She had agreed to be by his side. There would never be a point in time when she would not help him, but the spotlight had been draining emotionally. Eliot found more fun in the glances across the room from the king when he was in a meeting, the glances that said: “Please save me.” It created a disconnect between them throughout the day, but it was a relief. Or, it seemed like a relief to not have to deal with the public opinion until the Mother insisted on a union of marriage with another royal family’s daughter.

George’s mother never liked their relationship, but she had grown to believe that they had split since Eliot returned to her place in the secret guards. With the news of the daughter coming to visit hitting the ears of the secret guard, Eliot found herself going to the one room that brought her comfort: the library she had practically begged George to expand. She sat with her back against one of the many shelves in the room, her forehead resting on her knee. Tears had shed silently and she quickly wiped away any evidence of it as she heard footsteps echo through the otherwise quiet room.

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