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

"This is unbecoming of a crowned prince," I announce as I step in front of him.

Startled, River scrambles to his feet and gives me a tired smile.

Ignoring the greeting, I sidestep him and reach for the door, wanting to avoid as much conversation as I can while standing in front of my door.

We probably don't know who is looking at this time of the day.

"May I help you?" I ask quietly once we aren't exposed to any prying eyes outside my door.

"I just wanted to crash here for a while," he says as he eyes the couch, "I don't want to be alone in my room."

I want to ask him the reason for it but I don't, instead opting for a nod as I gesture to the couch and walk away.

I have a lot of stuff to pack and I don't think a few hours are enough to do it so I get straight to work when I enter my bedroom, leaving the door cracked open to hear him if he decides to call for something.

chapter twenty four