Eline_huntsmith

River and Lily have been, or rather had been, friends for almost all their lives until a one nightstand ruined any semblance of a friendship between them.

Lily would strongly like to blame the fact that she was foolish on that night and River, well, he doesn't look like he has a lot to say or think about the night in question.

Now, four years down the line, after one isolating the other and another still being bitter hurt over the events that succeeded that particular night, Lily is called in for a royal favor.

With River's coronation as king drawing near, she has to keep his rather, messy, to be lightly put, record on a clean squeaky plate. How to do that you ask? Well, obviously by avoiding him and being professional to a fault.

But the ignorant blind fool doesn't get the memo. In fact, to her, it looks like River is doing anything other than being professional and distant.

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"I was going to ruin you!" he shouts in exasperation and I eye him for a moment, watching his chest rise and fall rapidly until he calms down.

"I was already ruined. I fail to see any sort of damage that could have outdone what I've gone through." I shrug and pick up my folder from the bed.

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Lily has no much to think about during the summer but if there's something she's certain of, it's that she is not ready to be the reason River's crown topples off his head no matter how much he wants to be the problem in her course.

Another Royal Frog

The first time I had a depressive episode was the night Lily left. It wasn't the first time I'd felt like I was losing my grip but it was the first one of me crying in my bathroom for hours on end till dawn came.

It was unexpected and it came crashing through me like a destructive force that had waited for that particular moment to strike.

It goes without saying that I was embarrassed by it. I never told anyone that I had cried myself to sleep over a girl leaving me. It would seem pathetic and men like me did not have space for tears.

I had lived it down and tried to ignore the many other episodes that messed with my head after that.

I had counted all the days that I felt like crying, sleeping for days without waking and the too many days I skipped meals because I had no appetite. It came to a hundred and five days before I felt finally human enough to talk to my mother.

chapter twenty two