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

Asking Lily to accompany me for a royal visit to the islands might just be the most selfish thing I've done yet when it comes to her.

I know she has a client that needs all of her attention at the moment but I can not bring myself to ask her to stay while I visit a place of my past that drains every ounce of strength in me.

I've always known from the moment I stepped on these islands that I wouldn't be the same.

At sixteen holding a gun at a shooting range felt like liquid power, at eighteen holding a gun in a battle field tasted like all shades of death mixed in gore.

Painted images that would never leave my mind etched themselves in the recesses and stuck. Waiting for that moment when I let my guard down to haunt.

I've let my guard down so many times that now the images of war have created their own rendition of what was there and what wasn't but could have been.

chapter sixty