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

Being able to attend Hillary Kent's party must have been one of my biggest highlights this far into my senior year. To think I did not even need River's help to get in this time.

Eve had texted me to let me know that she was going to be running late so I headed up to the mansion Hillary called home and nervously rang the doorbell.

The door opened by its own after a moment of me waiting nervously to get in.

A bunch of guys stood by the door talking loudly with cups filled with what I could only safely assume was liquor.

At my very not so confident arrival they turned their heads to meet my wandering gaze and gave me the weird nod that was somehow the universal equivalence of amicable acknowledgement.

I slowly walked into a receiving room that was filled with a bunch of people dancing, a whole light show on display as a DJ played songs for the screaming crowd.

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