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 think River's confusion ebbs away moments before I can dial the security pad on the door with my shaky hands and unfocused eyes because he quickly catches up to me and pulls me away, caging me by him until we are back in his opulent living room.

My heart stammers a little, the wild beating dying down just for a moment before picking up again. With a shaky sigh, I nod absently to whatever he is trying to tell me, my mind making no effort to make sense of the words he breathes near my ear.

When I calm down enough to wedge through the muddled thoughts and think through the aftermath of my panic attack that almost took me out of my sanes, I gently push at his chest to get some air into my lungs.

"What's wrong?" River asks, his eyes wide and tracking every movement mine makes.

By the look he gives me, I know this is not the first time he has asked me that same very question in the last minute.

Chapter seventy