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

I slowly drag my eyes from the shadowed archway I'm standing at and watch as the groups of people interact loudly in the brightly lit hall.

Everything is so bright in there, the chandeliers sparkle from their places hanging above everyone's head and it just feels like the kind of light that reminds me that I don't belong among these people.

River and I separated the moment we walked in because he had to go meet the founding board of the charity organisation we were attending and promised to seek me out in the crowd once he was done.

As if to keep true to his promise, he left me with his Royal ring and a badge that all pure blood royals wore whenever they were out as a sign of power and status. I am now clutching them both in my hand so tightly and I am almost positively sure that if any of them had been sharp, I'd be bleeding all over the plush red carpet laid down on the floor.

chapter fifty seven