#addykanes

maxarinas heart dropped at the words that fell from her kings lips, her husband lips.  a knot forming in her throat as she watched him walk away from her yet another time. she tried, tried to speak to him countless of times, try to explain to him but he wouldn’t let her – all he saw was betrayal, when all she tried to do was make spain safe for their daughter.  there was no one else she could have married besides her maximiliano. ‘ victor gabriel!’ she yelled, ‘ victor gabriel no era asi!’ the queen continued, tears staining her cheeks as she ran to her king, practically chasing after him.  ‘ escute-me, por favor, meu amor.’ 

hands went up to her chest as she fought the urge to cry, to break; she took in deep breaths, knees going weak as she tried her best not to drop to the floor and wrap her arms around her body.  nothing, nothing in the world ever broke maxarina, not even bent, but the weight, the weight of thinking victor gabriel hated her, that was enough to send her crumbling down. ‘ wiping her tears, the young woman looked up at the man, ‘ do ye not see what your pride is doing to us! ’ she yelled, ‘ do ye not see! it is breaking us for ye refuse tae listen to me! eu te amo, victor gabriel! ’ maxarina continued shouting, not caring who was listening anymore, she stopped caring a long time ago – she just wanted him to listen. 

‘ we spent every waking moment together since we were children!’ the woman stood there, tiny hands formed into fists. ‘ i have loved you my entire life, victor gabriel. how dare ye! how dare ye let your pride get the best of you!’ wiping her tears, the woman shook her head as she looked at her king. taking the crown that rested on her head and throwing it at him and speaking through gritted teeth, ‘go lay with your mistresses and make one of them your queen, see how well they fit for spain, how well they’d fight alongside you, how loyal they are to you, how well they fit for you. for i, i am done with you.’ 

‘ i think it’s one of the smartest actually,’ the woman shrugged, looking at liam. this was her daughters first date, she was positive she was more nervous than her. ‘ this is her first date – we’re following her. what if he makes a move? she’s too young – do you remember how we were when we kids? do you remember? do you want her to turn out like me? direct messaging two guys in the same chat because i was that petty?’ her eyebrow raised waiting for her friends answer, ‘ so it’s not stupid. it’s the smartest. no one wants my daughter to be as petty as her mother, trust me.’

getting in her car and pushing liam inside, lissandra waited a few minutes before following behind her daugher. ‘ how’s lily, by the way?’ she asked, ‘ she well?’ the blonde bit her bottom lip, having distanced herself from them for a while – she needed that, she needed the time away from liam especially.  however, it seemed that no matter the distance the heart wanted what it wanted. no matter how fucked up it was. 

‘ you know he’s two years older than her? he shouldn’t even be looking this way. he shouldn’t even be dating her. aren’t there any girls his age?’ she continued, thinking about her daughter as she followed the car she was in. ‘ they’re going to the movies?!’ she gasped, ‘ do you know what i did in the movies?!’ granted, her daughter was far different than she was when she was younger, smarter,  it took lissandra to be pregnant to stop with the drugs and as far as she knew, her daughter hated them. ‘ she’s much more mature, too –’ again, only because lissa made sure she was there all the time. lissandras family was sofia, lily, liam and christian. her parents were never around, and even as a doctor now, she tried her best to make sure she never missed a game, or a birthday. ‘ i want her to be different than i was,’ she finished, parking her car and waiting for liam to get out.  ‘ except.. i also want her to have a you..’

‘i’ve got long legs!’ jeremy replied as he tossed and turned inside the tent. he wasn’t sure whose idea it was to come camping --- actually, it was aarons - but he hated it.  ‘ i need air conditioner,’ the young man whined as he opened the tent to at least let some breeze inside. ‘ mexico!!!’ he yelled, ‘ is this what you feeel like ?!’ at this point, he was probably exaggerating,  having lived in texas and dealt with the heat, but jeremy was not made for the woods. he was not made for the bugs. he was not made for campfires. give him a bike, give him a gym ; he would ride his bike until he died and he would be in a gym until he was sweating blood but the woods? the woods did not suit jeremy rivera. 

‘ aaron did this,’ he grumbled, shaking his head as he wrapped his shirt around his head. ‘ he knows, he knows im not made for this,’ the man continued, sitting up from his sleeping bag. ‘ texas forever, fucking suck my dick, bitch.’the young man only stopped when he heard a laugh coming from the tent across from them, ‘ oh, oh you think this is funny blake?!” he yelled, “you think this is funny!? --- nah, babe, i’m going to kill a white boy tonight. ’ angrily, jeremy stood up and walked outside of his tent, aaron already waiting for him.  ‘ you feeling froggy?! then leap, son!’  

juliets eyebrows furrowed together, confused at his statement. why? being the question that ran through her head.  shrugging, she shook her head slightly before turning to look at eggsy. ❛ i don’t think it’s awkward,❜ she replied, handing the tiny boy his bottle and standing up from where she was crouching. ❛  we’re friends, right? i think i can tell you how i feel about someone --- ya spill about your wife all the time.    ❜   the feelings she had for gene were always there, just as her feelings for james, but james - juliette knew that james, would always belong to allie. his heart wasn’t with her, and while he tried to love and adore his son, and tried to love and adore her -- she knew that it would never be the same with her.  

❛ i don’t know, jack, with gene, it’s always been easy, ya know? since we first met but he scares me cause i know he’s keeping things from me and...i should just give it time. we’re not big on the talking about feelings stuff.. except we are.. with each other.   ❜  to any other person it probably didn’t make sense, the relationship she, gene and roxy had; quite frankly, nothing in juliettes life made sense but she accepted  anything life through her way without a care in the world. 

the young prince’s eyes flashed over to the familiar voice coming from the corridor. with anthony gone, it was his turn to take over the current situations in portugal alongside allie and this – the situation between portugal and spain – was one of them. the sight of victor gabriel only fueled the young man’s anger but instead he chose to remain calm and collected, offering the king before him a friendly smile. ❛  come in, ❜  isaac spoke, directing himself towards his cousin unsure whether he had come here as that or as the king of spain. ❛  yer richt, we need tae talk, ❜  isaac started, his hands on his thighs as he thought of the words to say. ❛  ah need ye tae explain tae me what it was that ‘appened with my sista because…quite frankly, awl of portugal needs ye tae dae so because according tae ‘arry – and t’ letter he wrote tae ant, ye neva left oan yer own will sae ye chose to lie tae my sista while she went mad waitin’ for ye tae come back. sending troops ‘nd men ‘nd wastin’ resources for countless of months.. ❜  the anger was clear in his voice, most words coming out through gritted teeth as he tried to make sense of it all.

❛  sae, a’m gang tae speak tae ye as my cousin and tell ye that ye are a fockin’ idiot and ah ‘ope with every little piece of me that ye regret what ye ‘ave done and the hurt ye caused her – she spent fockin’ days locked in ‘er room with my niece while ye sprung whores in ‘er face!  sae explain that tae me, cousin! ❜      it was (impossible) to not be angry, impossible to speak to him and see him standing before him without wanting answers, without wanting to choke him with his bare hands but that wasn’t isaac and the man, the king before him, that was his cousin, not by blood, but raised as such and he loved him as such. so much love between their families, and now a rift was forming in between them.     ❛  if ye ‘ave come ‘ere as the king of spain, ❜ the young man continued, his voice now soft as he tried not to shed angry tears, his hands turning into fists.  ❛ we owe ye nor spain nothin’, your majesty – isabella is welcomed to come ‘ere as many times as she would like for she is our niece ‘nd portuguese, we love ‘er.  the king and the lord protector of portugal would like ye tae know that the treaty made between our parents… is done.  maxarina belongs ‘ere in portugal with us. we care NOT for what your family wants, for what spain wants ‘nd they can thank their king for that..  ❜

daniel listened intently to riley and he nodded, the edges of his smile being pulled down causing a heart wrenching frown. daniel wanted more than anything to understand riley, to understand where she was coming from and why she was the way she was, what made her become the person she was and most importantly, why she was telling him that. walking away from her was something he could never do, something that he tried to do for her sake, for her job but found himself instead being pulled towards her.  

 ❛  you won’t, ❜  he finally spoke,  his voice dripping with both sincerity and concern as he held her in his arms. he adored her whole heartedly and in a way he probably shouldn’t, a way a married man shouldn’t adore someone who wasn’t his wife. however, a chance encounter in a bar now brought them to where they were now -- whatever they were: a boss and an employee, friends, friends with benefits.  quite honestly, he would take anything she was willing to give. 

“MAXIM, ALWAYS. HE WAS my rock. He kept me sane when Victor Gabriel di- when we thought he was dead. He’s been with me since we were but babes. My god brother, we grew up together and now... i don’t have him anymore.”