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 and I are attending a charity function that he is the guest of honor to. I'm just lucky to be invited as his guest.

We are both in his room, at his place, with me standing in front of the huge bathroom mirror and with him running a brush down my hair.

"You like playing with my hair too much." I tell him, twiddling my idle fingers.

I'm happy that he insists on it everytime he is free but I'm scared that it's one of those things I won't be able to let go of when time comes.

"You don't like it?" He asks, focusing on a tangled wet knot at the back of my head. I wince at a painful tug to remove the brush from my tangles and he immediately lets go of it. "I'm sorry." He says in a remorseful plea. "I'll try to get it out without hurting you."

His deft fingers begin to work around the knot of hair and tangled brush, making me shiver with pleasure whenever they brush up against my naked scalp.

chapter fifty six