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

River left almost immediately after his phone call ended with a rushed goodbye and a very warm smile that made me question my sanity minutes after he was gone.

I am now sat in the living room with a small sketch book that I brought with me and my phone pressed up between my shoulder and ear.

Eva coughs up a storm on the other side before she groans and mutters a complaint about how painful her throat and chest feels.

She somehow managed to get herself sick in the less than twenty four hours I had been away from her and I'm too afraid to even ask her how she did it.

"Have you taken some cough syrup?" My concerns filters through to her and I hear her groan again before coughing some more.

"Yeah," a weak cough cuts her off, "and I hate how bitter those things are. Like is it too much to ask for medicine that tastes decent enough?"

"You get cranky when you are sick, you know that?" I ask her and she scoffs albeit sickly.

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