Oh funny seeing you guys here! Heh... So it's been like 2 years (yikes sorry) But hey I'm a college sophomore now! So I randomly thought about this fic today and found this finished draft, and figured I would publish it for anyone who still exists in this fandom! Anyway, here it is :) Also I may or may not go back to edit all the old parts bc damn is the writing cringy in the early ones lol
- The night of the barn-raising -
Kai sits next to me on my couch at the end of my bed, curled up on herself, cradling her cup of tea to her chest. “So, are you ready for the start of the engagement tour tomorrow?” Kai questions me, taking a sip of her tea. A tight knot of anxiety forms in my stomach, and I nod absentmindedly. “Y-yeah, as ready as I can be,” I chuckle lightly, watching my fingers trace the lip of my mug. Kai doesn’t say anything for a moment, and I look up to see her studying me.
“...what?” I ask, the sides of my lips quirking up in nervousness. Kai sighs slightly before speaking. “You just seem- off. I thought you would be ecstatic about this, I mean, you actually found a guy you really love,” Kai explains, and I have to look away again, studying the detail in my curtains. Not the guy you think, a voice mutters within me sourly. She has no idea what she’s talking about. I jump at a sudden hand on my arm. My eyes flit up to meet Kai’s concerned eyes. “Just talk to me,” Kai implores quietly. I gulp.
She tilts her head to the side, raising her eyebrows at me. I can’t lie to her. I sigh, placing my mug down, before bringing both my hands into my lap, twiddling my fingers. “Well, it’s sort of a long story... but the truth is, I’m not in love with Liam,” I say carefully, wincing at Kai’s taken aback expression.
I take a beat to build any last courage, not being able to look at her as I continue. “I’m in love with... Drake. My bodyguard.” I blurt out. I brave a glance up at her as she physically reels back in shock, making a shocked-scoff sound. She shakes her head. “You’re... oh god, Alana!” Kai swears, shaking her head. I look away, my heart falling. I was hoping she could help me through this, not turn on me.
“Alana. You are the Queen of Cordonia. You can’t keep sleeping around like this! You're engaged! I cannot believe you." Kai huffs, slamming her mug down and standing up. “Why are you so upset? You don’t know the half of it! How can you judge me when you don’t even know what you’re talking about?!” I exclaim, frustration starting to build in me, making her roll her eyes.
“I don’t need some lame excuse from you Alana. Of course, you could never actually have your life together for once. Honestly, I was surprised when I first came home and your life wasn’t a mess! I guess deep down I just waiting for the ball to drop. Liam is an amazing guy! How could you do that to him?” She asks me, making tears well in my eyes. Like I didn't feel guilty enough about that.
“Good to know that you think I’m a failure as well as everyone else in this family. Thanks for enlightening me.” I snap sarcastically, my voice cracking. Kai just shakes her head at me, looking over at me with distaste. “God. I thought you were better than this,” she says, stinging my skin. Kai turns and storms out, and I collapse onto the couch, the tears falling freely.
- the next day, in the train, en route to Italy -
Watching the Cordonian countryside fly by outside the train window, I still feel stung from last night. Next to me, Liam reads the news, and Max and Kai sit across from us. Kai still refuses to look at me, and I catch her glancing over at Drake and then at Liam a couple times. I just wish she would let me explain fully.
We all sit in peaceful quiet, Max chuckling a couple times at his phone. Of course, our peaceful atmosphere doesn’t last. The door to our dining compartment slides open, and Leo strolls in. “Ah, good morning all,” He grins, making us all look up.
“It’s twelve,” Liam says amusedly, still looking down at his newspaper. “And?” Leo asks, before sitting at a chair across from our booth, stretching fully on his seat. “So are we excited to be starting this tour?” Leo quirks, watching all of us in his characteristic fox-like manner. It’s... unsettling. “Yeah, why wouldn’t we be?” Maxwell asks, putting his phone down.
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe because you were all targeted at a ball by terrorists just a couple months ago?” Leo says sarcastically, making my stomach flip. I close my eyes for a moment, composing myself. A pang of pain shoots through my shoulder. I ignore it, knowing it's just psychological. It’s not fun to be reminded of the worst night of my life.
“Kai and I excluded of course,” Leo adds, sending her a quick wink, eliciting a roll of her eyes, visible annoyance flashing across her features. “Well, thanks for the reminder, but there isn’t much we can do.” Liam sighs, tossing his newspaper on the table in front of us. He must have realized he won’t be able to read it in peace.
Smart.
“What do you mean, 'there isn’t much you can do'? Alana is the Queen isn’t she?” Leo asks, his eyes settling on me. I grit my teeth. “Yes Leo, I am the queen. But Cordonia has always been peaceful. We don’t have any enemies, at least that we know of, and the palace’s task force is investigating it. There isn’t anything else we can do,” I explain, making Leo pull a face.
“God, a task force? No wonder nothing is getting done. What you need to do is take it into your own hands. Hell, we’ll help you,” Leo says, taking me aback. “I don’t know-“ I start, but get cut off by Maxwell’s gasp.
I glance over in concern to see him looking down at his phone in shock.
“What?” Liam asks, and Max looks up at me hesitantly. “Uhm. Something happened.” Max whispers, his voice quivering nervously.
My heart leaps in my chest. “It’s not another attack?” Drake asks from beside us, his sudden deep voice making me jump. Max shakes his head, turning the phone screen for me to see, his face crinkled with discomfort. I grab his phone my stomach falling. It’s a tabloid article, with a picture of Tariq and me in my room at Applewood manor, a black rectangle edited in where my underwear-clad body should be. The way the photo is taken makes it seem like I wanted him there, making bile rise up my throat at the thought.
Liam leans over to take a look, his eyes widening. “Son of a bitch,” Drake curses from behind us. “Liam, I promise, that’s not what happened,” I blurt out, my heart hammering loudly in my chest.
“‘Thou shall not commit adultery, something Queen Alana clearly doesn’t believe. Affair with Tariq revealed the day Queen Alana’s engagement tour starts.’” Kai reads out, her eyes flicking up to meet mine. I gulp, knowing she probably believes it.
“Alana is right, Liam, I was there. Tariq broke into her room and tried to take advantage of her while she was changing. Luckily I was walking by and took care of him before he could touch her,” Drake explains, and I glance at Liam, my chest heaving with panic. Liam looks at me, and nods, relief flooding through my body.
“I believe you, don’t worry babe. I’m sorry you had to go through that,” Liam reassures me, holding my hand. I smile appreciatively. “I’m sorry too Al,” Maxwell says, and I nod my heart hammering.
God, this is just what I needed in my life. Another thing to go wrong.
“Look! Another example! Someone is after you Alana, and your ‘task force’ is not going to help you. We should all work together and find the motherfuckers doing this to you!” Leo exclaims, and Maxwell nods. “I agree, you don’t deserve this,” Max chimes in, making me smile slightly.
I sigh, mulling over my options in my mind. Leo is partly right, our palace investigation has found close to nothing, it couldn't hurt to have more help, right?
"Oh okay, we may as well," I concede, to Leo and Max’s happiness. My mind starts running a million miles a minute. While Leo and Maxwell start to discuss plans, Kai still looks over at me warily, making my heart sink. I haven’t always been the stable and responsible one like her, but it breaks my heart that she turned her back on me so quickly before knowing all the information.
“You in Kai?” Leo asks her, making her turn her head to look at him with a strange expression. “Yes I suppose,” She agrees after a moment of thought, making me smile slightly in appreciation. “Okay, we need to figure out who took these photos. There’s no way they were legally allowed to be at the manor that time of night. They either formed the story themselves or were paid to do so,” Leo explains, surprising me slightly with his knowledge and seemingly instant readiness of the situation.
Maxwell scrolls down his phone, looking for the photographer’s name at the bottom of the article. “Uh just hold on a sec... okay it looks like the photographer is named Minnie Godard. Can we find a way to track her on social media or something?” Maxwell asks, making us mumble in thought.
“No need,” Leo says smoothly, causing us to turn to him in confusion. After a moment- “Of course.” Kai groans.
“What?” Maxwell asks. Leo grins wider as Kai sighs with exasperation.
“He slept with her,” She groans in a disgusted tone. Leo nods. “Darling, you know me so well,” he grins. “Don’t you dare call me darling, you pig.” she snaps back to him heatedly.
“Can we not fight please?” Liam asks, “Leo, can you contact her?”He asks, turning to Leo, who nods, scrolling through his phone.
“Who knew? Having a man-whore on our team actually has its benefits,” Kai mutters, making Maxwell snicker.
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Drake’s POV
Later that night I stand outside Alana’s door on the train, waiting for her to finish getting dressed for the party tonight. I guess this makeshift 'team' be a good idea, but having all these civilians, noble civilians at that, trying to solve a national conspiracy seems very dangerous. But I don’t think it’s possible to change their minds and the palace task force isn’t getting anywhere. I just hope no one gets hurt again, especially Alana. I don’t know what I would do if she was hurt.
“Hey Drake, can you come in here?” Alana’s muffled voice calls through her door. I slide it open to see her standing in front of her floor-length mirror, wearing a deep red gown, the beads on the plunging neckline sparkling in the low light. Soft vintage music plays in the background and I have to catch my breath for a moment. It’s not an unusual habit of mine when I’m around her. She is so undeniably gorgeous. As I take her in, I can’t help but think about the last time we were alone in the spa. And the ways that I touched her, the sounds she made.
She has her back to me, her dress only partly zipped up, showing her bare back. “Do you mind?” She asks, looking back over her shoulder at me. I close the door behind me and silently nod before gently brushing her hair to the side which she holds in place. Vivid pictures of her underneath me last night flashes through my mind as I grasp the metal zipper and start to pull upwards.
I finish the zipper at the back of her neck, and she shudders as my fingers brush across her sensitive skin. She turns around and I notice we are suddenly very close as she gazes up at me. As I look down at her, I suddenly feel an overwhelming feeling of adoration. God, I love her. The dark specks in her eyes, her lightly freckled cheeks, and perfect lips. Her kind and ambitious soul, her incredible habit of making everyone around her fall in love, just...everything. She is everything. I bring my hand up to brush against her cheek as I take a moment to admire her. “everything okay?” she whispers softly, her eyes searching mine, seemingly sparkling in the low light. I smile and nod. “I just- love you,” I respond honestly, making her smile, her eyes crinkling at the edges.
I suddenly feel very lucky that of all the people for her to love, she chose me. I can barely believe it. She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me into an embrace and my arms fall instinctively around her waist, pulling her body to mine. “I love you too,” Alana whispers to my ear, and I hug her tighter, a warmth spreading through my chest just from being close to her. A new song starts to play, Put Your Head on My Shoulder. I smile and pull away slightly before starting to dance slowly with her. She giggles softly, swaying along with me.
We dance slowly with each other. No fancy dance moves, no waltz. Just two people slowly swaying together, enjoying the few minutes alone.
“This was one of my dad’s favorite songs,” I say after a while. I feel vulnerable opening up about my past, but I know it’s what Alana wants. She deserves to know me better. I feel her smile against my neck. “He has very good taste,” She mumbles. I blink. “Had,” I correct her quietly. She stops. Then she pulls away to look at me. “You lost your dad too?” She asks softly. I nod. Her eyes soften. And not in an ‘Aw you poor pitiful thing’ way but in a ‘I understand your pain’ way.
“Losing a parent is one of the hardest things that you can go through. I’m glad we have each other,” Alana softly says, bringing her hand up to brush a strand of hair away from my face. “Always,” I nod. She smiles wider, before pulling me back towards her and into our precious swaying. I tell her about how my parents used to dance in the kitchen late at night, often to this song. She laughs and tells me that they must have been much better than us, which may or may not be true. As the song start to wind down I spin her gently and then dip her down, making her giggle.
I hear a noise and look up, still holding Alana in the dip, to see Kai standing in the doorway staring at us. My stomach drops and I quickly bring Alana back up. Kai blinks at me with a shocked, surprised expression. I gape at her, not knowing what to say. She just looks at Alana for a second, a thoughtful look on her face. “The cars are here to take us to the party,” Kai finally says flatly with a glance at me before leaving. I turn to Alana, my eyes wide.
She grimaces. “Don’t worry, she already knows. Doesn’t approve, but she knows” Alana exhales. I sigh. “This isn’t going to mess things up for you will it?” I question, worry eating at me. Her eyes soften. “I appreciate the concern Drake, but it’s okay.” she pauses, her eyes going slightly downcast. “But, if only right?” she quietly asks. My heart twists in my chest. To hear her voice my deepest desire I have had since I met her, is hard. I tilt my head to the side, quietly looking down at her. I don’t even know what to say.
“ALANA!” Maxwell screams from down the hall, making both of us jump. “I guess we should get going,” Alana mumbles with a smile that doesn’t seem to reach her eyes. I don’t have the heart to respond, just wordlessly offering my arm for her to take. She takes a deep breath before slipping her arm into mine and walking out with me.
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I follow Liam and Alana around the party as they greet all the foreign politicians, ambassadors, and occasionally, the press. The party is in an Italian hotel with massive windows. Through which the party-goers admire the old architecture of the city lit up as they discuss the politics of whatever country they lead. My heart steadily gets heavier the longer I endure their rehearsed conversations urging these nobles to attend the wedding and excusing the scandal as tabloid fake news that will soon be sorted out. The other nobles can relate, the tabloids constantly try to ruin their reputations. Eventually, they take a break by sitting down at a table with the rest of the group, Max, Kai, and Leo.
“Okay so Minnie is the one in that blue dress over there,” Leo says with a low voice, pointing to a redhead in the group of photographers permitted inside. “Just as hot as I remember,” Leo adds with a wink, making Kai scrunch her face in disgust. “You’re a gross man, have I ever told you that?” She asks, and Leo’s grin grows wider as he leans in closer to her. “Yes and I love it every time,” He says lowly, making her lean away from him in disdain, her eyes shooting daggers.
“How about we figure out a plan?” Maxwell says, suddenly cutting in, clearly uncomfortable with the hostility. Leo finally looks away from Kai and looks at Maxwell. “Well, we need a way to get her separate from the photographers. I tried to message her, but she left me on read,” Leo says, ending in a quiet tone. Kai snorts. “Serves you right,” She mutters under her breath.
“Okay well, how do we do that?” Liam asks Leo expectantly. Leo chews on his bottom lips for a second, deep in thought. As a new song starts to play and a new group of people starts to dance in the middle. Leo suddenly looks up with a mischievous smirk. “I know what to do. Kai, I’m going to need your hand with this. Literally,” Leo says standing up and offering her his hand.
Kai scoffs. “No! why would I do that?” She exclaims, clearly shocked that he would even consider her help. “Kai. Seriously we need to do this, no matter how much you hate me. And I need a single yet eligible woman,” Leo adds, raising his eyebrows expectantly. Kai glances at Alana then looks back at Liam. “Fine,” She mutters reluctantly, taking his hand.
Leo takes Kai to the dance floor and begins to waltz with her, eyeing the photographer all the while. The two of them seem to have a conversation, Kai only talking through her gritted teeth, clearly uncomfortable. I glance to my side and observe Alana watching Leo like a hawk, staring at his hands unflinchingly. I smile. It’s interesting to see her role as a protective big sister.
I haven’t seen that side of her. I want to see all of her, to know all the intricacies of her personality, her life, her emotions. I worry I will never be able to let myself get as close as I desperately hope. My eyes find Alana once again, a multitude of conflicting emotions flashing through me. I want her. God, I want her so badly I can barely tolerate it. But there are so many forces going against us. It’s not fair, but if I’m being honest, it’s just my luck that the woman I’m in love with is the most unavailable person in the country.
When I look at her and think about us, I also feel overwhelming fear. Fear that the assassins will find a way to find her, that we won’t be able to figure out who is doing this soon enough, that I will lose Alana forever. I can live without being hers. But I cannot live with myself if she was hurt, especially if I could have stopped it.
No matter the situation, as her bodyguard I will always be responsible. A sudden realization settles in, making my mouth go dry and my heart stop. If I really want to be the best bodyguard I can possibly be for Alana, to truly be able to protect her, I have to let her go.
I can’t continue this. No matter how strong these feelings are, the only way for me to be the best bodyguard for her is to be as emotionless and detached as possible. If I’m too invested I can get distracted or sloppy and possibly allow something horrible to happen. I won’t allow it.
My eyes glance over her profile and I feel a sense of dread. How will I ever explain this to her? Every time I try to push her away, to keep her safe, she always fights back. I should have been stronger. I was so closed off in the beginning, why do I find that so hard now? Now that I got the taste of us, I don't know if I'm strong enough to let it go.
But I have to. For her.
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My dance partner twirls me around the dance floor, in sync with the rest of crowd as we perform the Cordonian Waltz. He spins me out gracefully, then pulls me back in. I was too distracted by figuring out my plans for later when this suitor asked me to dance, I didn’t catch his name. Proof I’m a terrible Noble. I don’t even know the names of most of the suitors in line to marry me. Luckily he’s quiet and a pretty good dancer. He’s probably just dancing with me for formalities, which to be honest, so am I.
As usual, I lose myself in the dance, and before long, the song is over. I thank my partner and walk off the dance floor as fast possible to avoid the many other suitors asking me to dance. I make it to an hors d’oeuvre table by the windows of the ball, which look out to an elegant balcony. “Alana!” Someone calls. I turn to see Liam smiling warmly to me. “Liam! How are you?” I ask politely. “I’m doing well,” He replies, his eyes scanning my face. “And you?” He asks, seeming to sense my anxiety. “I’m great,” I lie, taking a deep breath. “Its just- a big night,” I manage, making him nod in understanding.
“Alana, I hope you know how much you mean to me,” Liam says after a pause, his expression serious. I gulp and smile. “I do,” I say, but he shakes his head. “You don’t understand, I have never felt this way about someone. I think I lo-” He suddenly gets cut off by my Mother. “Alana, a word please,” My mom says to me. I nod, my heart hammering. Was he going to tell me what I think he was going to tell me? “In private,” My mother adds, glancing over to Liam, who just nods quickly. “Yes of course Your Majesty, my apologies. I’ll chat to you later Alana,” He quickly says with a bow, before walking away, casting a curious glance over his shoulder. I turn to my mother. She glances around for a moment. “Follow me,” She orders, going out onto the empty balcony. She nods at the security detail by the doors, who, once we are both outside, close and guard the doors, stopping anyone reaching us.
“Mom, whats going on?” I ask, and she turns to me, a serious look on her face. “Are you confident on who you will choose?” She asks, taking me aback. “I thought you said you wanted to wait-” I start but she sighs impatiently. “Well after some thought to it, I remembered how you can be. You have always been the flighty, wild, and unpredictable child, and I want to make sure Cordonia will have a sure and stable Queen and King,” my mother says, pausing for a moment. “This is a big deal Alana,” She adds, making a surge of anger start to flow within me. Like I don’t know that? Like I haven’t been lectured that exact thing my entire life? “I’m sorry Mother, but you are the one who forced me to do this. I never had a choice! I was born into a family which thrust me into a life I had no control over. I am doing the damn best I can!” I argue, my heart starting to race in anger. “Don’t talk to me like that. You are going to choose Liam, correct?” She asks, looking down at me, less like a question more like a threat.
I scoff. “You know what? No. I’m not in love with him. I love someone else. Someone my judgemental mother would never approve of,” I practically spit at her, crossing my arms. She raises her eyebrows, a sour look crossing her features. “Who is it?” She asks, her eyes glancing over my shoulder. I follow her gaze through the ball windows to Drake, who is standing inside, his hands clasped in front of him. “It seems like you already know,” I say coldly, my heart hammering in fear. Will she kick me out? Fire Drake?
There is a definitive pause between us as my Mother thinks. She finally comes to a decision, making me gulp in anticipation. “You will choose Liam. I don’t care about your careless flirtations or affairs, but for the good of this country, you will choose Liam. Don’t disappoint me.” She says, her words acid. I look down, trying to hide my emotions. Without another word, she walks past me, entering the ball again. Tears well in my eyes, and I blink them away. I turn, clutching onto the stone wall and looking out onto the grounds. I take a deep breath, trying to collect my thoughts. I blink in confusion as I spot a strange flash of light on the grounds, by the maze. I squint my eyes, trying to get a better look or see if I can make out anything. After staring at the same spot for a minute, I just shake my head at myself. I’m clearly not thinking straight. I take a deep breath once again, and turn to the ball.
I’m ready now.
As I walk into the ballroom, my eyes find Drake within seconds from instinct. He was scanning the room with those eyes, and stop as they meet mine. Just eye contact with him ignites a fire in my chest. He isn’t just some affair or flirtation as my mom would put it. He’s more. So much more. My mom thinks I’m wild and unpredictable, so let her. I nudge my head towards the exit discreetly to Drake, and make my way out. I don’t look over my shoulder, but hope with all my being that he trusts me and will follow. I make my way up the grand staircase, and halfway up, glance back to see Drake walking out of the ballroom looking around. He came, I think, my heart swelling. I whistle, making him snap his head in my direction, he smirks, shaking his head at me. I bite my lip, making my way up the stairs.
I eventually make it to my hallway, his footsteps following me. I reach my door, turning to look at him. He stops, looking at me with confusion. I smile and unlock my door, going inside. I wait for him and he comes in, closing the door behind him. “What’s up?” He asks, looking at me with genuine concern. I don’t answer, walking up to him. I stand in front of him for a minute, just looking into those intoxicating eyes, basking in our rare proximity.
I lean forward, pressing my lips to his. I melt into his strong build, and he supports me, pulling me closer to his body. My nerves are on fire as our kiss deepens, my arms wrapped around his neck and his hands roaming my back. I will never get over the feeling of being with him. It’s like my whole world become centered around him when we are together. Nothing else matters. The only thing I fathom is the feeling of his lips on mine, anchoring me to earth, giving me breath.
I can’t lose him.
God, what will I do if I lose him?
A sob chokes at the back of my throat to my own surprise, making Drake stop, pulling away and examining my face, his eyebrows pulled together in concern. “What is it?” He asks, and as much as I wish it wouldn’t happen, my eyes brim with tears, the urge to cry overwhelming. I swallow, and look up at his kind, worried, beautiful eyes. “I... I’m scared of losing you,” I choke out, tears falling from my eyes. “oh,” He sighs softly, bringing me into a tight hug. He pulls me toward him, his arms wrapped snuggly around my body. I burrow my face into his shoulder, feeling safe. We stay like that for a while, comforted by each other’s embrace. I want to tell him how I feel but its so scary thinking of actually saying it out loud to him.
It’s more scary thinking about how I could lose him tonight. He loosens his grip of me, leaning back to see my face. He brushes his fingers softly across my cheeks, wiping my tears away. I just blink up at him, realizing how lucky I have been just to have these few moments in between with him. If that is all I get, its alright. “I know, it’s a hard decision you have to make. But I will never be upset with you, no matter what you choose to do.” Drake tells me softly, and I nod, swallowing my tears. I sniffle, looking down suddenly feeling embarrassed. “Sorry for crying,” I say with a self conscious chuckle. His eyes crinkle around his eyes fondly as he looks at me. “You don’t need to be sorry,” He says kindly, caressing my face.
We just look deeply into each other’s eyes for a moment, and I don’t ever want to look away, but he does, as he looks down at the floor. “I’m sorry this happened. You were supposed to find the love of your life these past few weeks, and I took that away from you. I should have been stronger. I should have pushed you away,” He says, his hands falling to his side, regret laced in his voice. His words are like daggers to my heart. “So you regret it all?” I ask, my heart pounding in my ears. He winces, slowly bringing his eyes to meet mine. “I was selfish Alana. Looking back, I wanted nothing more than to be with you, which isn’t fair to you. You have so much on your shoulders, especially tonight and forward. You are becoming Queen Alana. I only regret that I made that harder for you.” He says. I’m lost for words for a moment, soaking in his words. I realize how cold I feel, without his arms around me.
He turns, his hand on the door handle. “Drake,” I say, and he stops, still facing away from me. “I wouldn’t have been able to survive if it wasn’t for you. You don’t seem to understand how much you mean to me. I would have been stuck in the world I hate, suffocated by the rules, the nobles, the stupid balls and the inevitability of my title. You were my breath of fresh air after twenty-four years of being drowned. You mean everything to me.” I say, my heart hammering in anticipation of his response. He glances over his shoulder back at me, a troubled expression on his face. “It’s better this way,” He says with finality, opening the door, walking out. I sigh, tears burning behind my eyes yet again.
I look down, a tear falling from my eyes. I’m going to lose him.
No.
Fuck that. I don’t care about what Drake thinks. I am not going to walk away from him. Fuck playing it safe, allowing myself to roll over and let my expectations dictate my life once again. I take a deep breath, checking myself in the mirror. Red cheeks, slightly swollen eyes, but makeup is alright. I fix some of my hair, straightening out my gown. I can do this.
Opening my door, I march through, and down the hall, determination flowing through me. It’s better this way my ass. I’m no longer going to allow my happiness be sacrificed for what others want. Eventually, I reach the ballroom, everyone still dancing. I make my way to my mother, knowing the ceremony should begin shortly. My mother watches as I stand beside her, overlooking the ballroom. “Remember what we discussed,” She mutters to me, and I nod. “Oh I remember, trust me,” I say, glancing around the room at all the nobles enjoying themselves. Drake isn’t far from me, standing about ten feet away, staring straight forward at the ballroom, not even glancing in my direction. Just you wait. I think, looking forward to seeing his face once I tell everyone just how much he means to me.
The song slows to a stop, and it’s time. The nobles face my mother and I, knowing whats about to happen. I find Liam, grinning up at me. I also spot Maxwell and Allie near the back, who both give me a thumbs up, smiling. I smile back at them, grateful for their support. A man hands my mother her microphone and my heart starts to race nervously. One more thing I suck at, public speaking.
My mother is about to speak when all the lights suddenly shut off, gasps and screams erupting throughout the ballroom. Must just be an electrical issue, right? As the lights switch back on, the ball is swarmed with people in dark clothing, ambushing nobles with assault rifles. The room is chaos, people screaming, running in multiple directions as assassins shoot, making me stagger backward, my heart pounding as I shake my head in disbelief. Before i can decide my escape route, an assassin comes up, his weapon trained on me. Panicked, I throw my hands up in defense, my heart so loud at this point, I feel that it will burst out of my chest. I’m frozen in fear as the assassin nears me, his weapon not wavering from being pointed directly at me. No, not like this.
I spot Drake sprinting over to me, a determined look on his face. I glance back the assassin who turns his head to the side, looking me over. “Any last words Princess?” He asks, making my stomach flop horribly. I just stutter, shaking my head back and forth. The assassin, without missing a beat aims and fires, just as Drake jumps in front of me. I get thrown on the ground, pain shooting through my body. My vision is blurry as I try to focus on whats going on around me to no avail. The screams and gun shots seem to get further away as my vision blackens until nothingness surrounds me.
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As I start to become conscious, all I can hear is a faint beeping noise. I blink slowly at the bright lights above my head, my whole body aching. I try to sit up and gauge my surroundings, but my mother’s face comes into view. “Oh Alana!” My mother cries, hugging me. I cringe as pain shoots through my arm. “Oh, baby I’m so sorry,” She apologizes, getting off me. I finally realize I’m in a small hospital room, a beeping monitor next to me, and my mother sitting beside me in a chair, watching at me worryingly. She isn’t in her gown, so it must be after the ball. holy shit, the ball! “What... what happened?” I ask, my voice hoarse. “I’m not sure how much you remember, but a couple days ago on your coronation night, there was an assassination attempt. And, well, you were shot,” My mother explains, tears springing to her eyes, taking me by surprise. “But I thought Drake-” I start, and she makes an unimpressed face. “Yes well he tried to jump in the way, but the bullet merely grazed him and hit you in the shoulder” She explains, as if jumping to take someone else’s bullet isn’t impressive. I’m just happy that he’s alive.
I look over at my shoulder, which is heavily bandaged. “Did anyone else get hurt?” I ask, my stomach twisting unpleasantly. All those people came there that night for me. Doesn’t that make it my fault? “Yes, some of your suitors were hurt, and Liam suffered some hits when he was fighting off the assassins, but luckily, no deaths.” My mother reports, making me breathe out a sigh of relief. “Well, I’m glad everyone is okay,” I mutter, looking down. I can’t believe this. We are a peaceful country. I didn’t think we had any enemies, let alone anyone who would want to kill me.
A nurse comes in, checking my vitals and asking me questions about who I am and all that to make sure I didn’t suffer any brain damage. “All right, you seem to be doing well your Highness, we’ll be back later to check up on you,” She says kindly, to which I thank her as she walks out the door. My mother turns the television on the wall on, and we sit there awkwardly for a moment. “I hope you know who you were going to choose.” My mother says, making me sigh. of course. “Mom, I was literally shot, can’t this wait?” I ask, and she shakes her head. “I know honey, but this is very important, and the quicker we get it out there to calm the people the better,” She says, but I just shake my head in disbelief. “I was going to choose the man I love,” I say simply, looking at the wall.
“Alana, You know we can’t allow that.” Mother says, grasping my hand. I turn to her. “That was my decision. Sorry to disappoint, but its the truth. I’m sorry if you can’t handle that,” I say simply. She just looks at me, staring into my eyes. I can tell she’s aggravated. She suddenly gets up, adjusting her dress. “I am going to grab a coffee and once I’m back maybe you will have thought about your decision,” She says calmly, getting up, and stalking out of the room. “Yeah you do that,” I mutter, rolling my eyes. When will she understand that I am not going to do everything she wants?
A while later, theres a knock at my door. “come in,” I say, and the door opens to reveal Drake in a plain shirt and jeans. I struggle to sit up to say hi, and he rushes over, helping me with my pillows. I can’t help thinking about how awful I must look, pathetically lying in a hospital bed. “Thanks” I mutter, and he nods, grabbing the chair and sitting close beside me, his knee bouncing nervously. “I’m so sorry Alana, I should have blocked the bullet, if I just ran over quicker- I would be the one in that bed right now-” He rushes out, barely being able to look at me. I reach over, placing my hand on his, making him stop, looking up at me.
“You cannot possibly blame yourself for this Drake. It was just unlucky. If you weren’t there the bullet probably could’ve hit me somewhere fatal,” I reassure him and he lets out a breath shakily, looking deeply into my eyes. He doesn’t look like he’s slept at all. “God- it was horrible. You were on the ground, blood pouring out of you. There was so much- I thought you were-” He can barely finish his sentence, his voice cracking as a sob escapes him. “Oh Drake... I’m so sorry you had to experience that,” I say, wishing I had the strength to reach over and hug him. “It’s over now, and we are both okay. That’s all that matters,” I comfort him, and he nods, wiping at his face.
“I just- couldn’t face the fact that you would have died thinking I didn’t want to be with you. I never told you that... I love you,” Drake says softly, looking up at me nervously.
I grin widely, my heart bursting with happiness. “I love you too,” I giggle - god this man has turned me into a woman who giggles- making him break into a smile. He leans over, giving me a sweet and gentle kiss. We stay there beside each other, laughing and talking. I told him that I was going to choose him, making him shake his head in amusement. ‘always so stubborn,’ he said with a grin.Nothing could make me happier than being here, in this moment.
My eyes glance over Drake’s shoulder to see through the blinds of my window, and see my mother watching us in the hall, a look of realization / regret on her face. I slightly frown. Where’s the coffee she was getting?
A sudden voice on the television grabs my attention. “Breaking News! The Queen Mother Regina has officially announced through a small press conference just minutes ago that princess Alana is awake and healthy, doing well! Not only that, but Alana just could not wait any longer to announce her future husband, Liam of Valtoria!....” The voices of the news anchors fade away as I bring my hand up to my mouth in shock. I glance over at Drake, who is looking at me, confused. My heart sinks and I look down, shaking my head. How could she have done this to me?
“The happy couple will depart on their engagement tour in just a few months once they have fully healed, so stay tuned Cordonia! Love is in the air!”
----- end of season one -----
Ahhhhh! Crazy huh? flipped the switch on you guys on that on hehe ;) So yeah, as many of you voted, you wanted me to continue the series further, and I thought this was a good way to organize it, by “seasons” I guess. So season two will be coming soon! I’m sure you guys can guess what will be going on lol. But i’m excited for you guys to read it, and to write it! I hope you guys have enjoyed this so far! Love you all and hope you guys are doing well and are healthy!
The following night with Drake replays in my head as my mother and I ascend into the bright sky in our jet. I bite my lip, looking out the window. Drake was someone different last night... he was so possessive, passionate... it makes me shiver just thinking about the way he touched me. After our makeout sesh, I had heard my name being called and reluctantly returned to the party. When the party eventually came to an end, I went to my room to find a note from Drake on my dresser which said, in scribbled handwriting which seemed to suit him well, ‘Had to leave for rounds otherwise I would be here with you. Can’t wait to see you soon, D’. Which was alright, it gave me some time to celebrate alone.
I still sense that he is uncertain about us. He is clearly an ethical person and I can tell he doesn’t think that much of himself. But the fact that he ignored all that because he needed to be with me last night makes my heart flutter. “Alana? Are you okay? You haven’t spoken much,” my mother comments, making me jump slightly. “Oh, sorry, just thinking,” I say with a smile. She smiles back knowingly. “Big night tonight,” she says with a teasing tone, making me blink in surprise. It’s come so soon. My coronation ball. “Yeah! It’s crazy,” I nod with a hopefully not noticeably fake tone. My mother moves from her seat to sit across from me, taking my hands in hers.
“Alana,” she says, her tone serious, making my blink my eyes at her in surprise. “I know it’s a very big decision. But your family before you have done it for many years. I did it. You can do it too,” She pauses for a moment, a certain look in her eyes as she seems to stare into my soul. “It is a tough and monumental decision, but I can tell you’ve already found your love,” She says confidently, taking me by surprise. “It’s obvious, you are glowing just thinking about him,” my mother grins, taking me aback. I didn’t realize I was being so transparent. “I-I mean-“ I stutter, and she just laughs lightly. “No need to explain anything, I can wait until tonight, just like everyone else,” Mother says with a wink, getting up and heading to the restroom near the back of the plane.
As she walks away my smile disappears. I take in a deep breath, rubbing my temples. What am I going to do?
All I want is to be with Drake again. To feel the electricity between us and kiss those lips again. It seems insane to even think about being with someone else when what seems to be my soulmate is standing right in front of me. There is just so much shit stacked up against us.
Then there is Liam. Liam is safe. Stable. Sweet. He‘s a good kisser and cares about me. Also a noble, so no issues with tonight. He just- isn’t Drake. Liam doesn’t consume my thoughts. He doesn’t kiss me the way Drake does, or make my stomach do backflips the way Drake does.
But I have to choose someone.
A deep feeling of dread starts to eat away at my chest. I have no option. But I should, right? I deserve to be with the man I want, not the man I feel obligated to be with.
As I glance out the window at the sparse clouds and bright sparkling ocean, a recurring insecurity rises in me. The ever-present doubt in my mind that I'm not supposed to be royalty. I can barely connect with my country in the way a ruler should, I haven’t spoken directly to the Cordonian public before, and it doesn't help that the idea of actively running this country makes me want to run away as fast as possible.
Obviously an amazing thing to panic about the day of my coronation.
I sink into my seat, burrowing my face in my hands. Fuck.
Our plane touches down on the tarmac and slows to a stop, prompting a group of workers to push a flight of stairs up against our jet. A limousine pulls up at the end of the stairs to take my mother and me to the palace and our press conference. We step into the dignified limousine and I start to feel myself sweat with anxiety.
The drive to the palace is short, thanks to the police escort. I haven’t spoken to the Cordonian public directly before. I have indirectly, through reporters, but that is the extent. The nearer we come to the palace, the quicker my heart hammers in my chest. As we pull up to the back entrance, I can hear the crowd, a sick feeling fall over me. My hands start to feel slick and I rub them on the fabric of my dress. I wish Drake was here and I could feel that reassuring hand like I did that one night in the blizzard. Even just having him by my side would send a wave of reassurance over me. A memory of him opening my door, and holding his hand out to me to help me out of the car flashes as the door to the limo opens. I take the unfamiliar hand of some guard, smiling through the sadness. I miss him.
My mother and I walk through the palace, making our way to the entrance for the press conference. We eventually reach the podium and the sheer number of people gathered makes my knees weak. They cheer loudly as my mother and I stand together, and my heart hammers unpleasantly. I try to keep a calm look and clasp my hands tightly in front of me to hide the shaking. My eyes dart around the crowd, trying to calm myself down by memorizing faces when I reach a familiar face staring right at me. My heart skips a beat and that wave of calmness washes over me as I look into his deep brown eyes. An unfamiliar feeling falls over me as I look at him. The only way to describe it is an overwhelming feeling of appreciation and adoration. My lips part in shock at the feeling. Drake nods at me encouragingly, a smile on his lips. I reciprocate his smile, looking down for a moment to breathe. What was that?
My attention switches to my mother as the clapping slows and she begins to talk. “Dear Cordonains, thank you for being here today. As many of you know, tonight is the coronation of my dear eldest daughter, Alana,” She says gesturing a hand to me, and the crowd cheers. I smile to them with a polite wave, my gaze lingering on Drake’s face. As usual. “Alana has a big decision to make tonight and following the coronation ceremony, she will become your Queen.” Drake looks down at those words, making my heart sink. My mother continues with her speech and I try to concentrate on the words coming out of her mouth but all I hear is the blood rushing in my ears making her words muffled. I am going to be queen tonight. Holy shit. How am I supposed to do this? It was easy to pretend that this night wasn't going to come eight weeks ago, but now it has gotten serious. I am not prepared for this.
Before I know it, the press conference is over, and my mom is gently leading me inside.
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I numbly stand under my showerhead, my mind wandering. Could I just run away? Create a whole new identity, and live my life like a normal person? I’m certain there are more qualified people who would do a much better job than me. I shake my head at myself and rinse out my conditioner. I need to be responsible and carry out my duties as needed. I would break my mother’s heart if I ran away. I turn off the water and dry myself off and wrap my bathroom across my body. I can do this.
After my shower, a small group of makeup artists come in, plop me in a chair, and start to primp me up. One pair works on my hair, drying and styling it into an intricate updo, topping it off with my tiara which I have despised my whole life. The other pair work on my makeup and nails, doing a great job and talking excitedly to me and each other. I try to be happy about all this because I should be right? I should be looking forward to being primped and the object of attention for an entire night, but the idea gives me hives. Luckily the group working on making me look prim and proper are finished, I thank them gratefully and they walk out the door, still talking in raised and excited voices.
Once they leave I shut my door, leaning against it for a second to calm myself down. I then pace my room in my robe, my feet padding on the wooden floors. What the hell am I supposed to do? How am I going to go out there, choose a husband, leave Drake, and become the leader of a country in one night? I collapse onto my bed, urging myself not to cry and ruin the work my makeup team worked hard on. This was a mistake. This whole thing.
A knock sounds and I jump up. Gingerly, I walk over to the door, unrealistically hoping that Drake is on the other side, ready to comfort me. I open the door and instead see Allie standing there, a huge grin on her face and a large garment bag. “Heyyy!” She sings, holding the bag up happily. I smile and let her in. “Oh my god, you look so hot!” She exclaims, hugging me. I laugh. “Heh, thanks. Not my work though, that makeup team surely is something,” I say, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “He will love it,” Allie gleams. I frown for a second. I never told her about Drake and I. At least not yet. “Who?” I ask and she laughs as she delicately places the garment bag on my bed. “Liam,” She says, confused. “You are picking him, aren't you?” She asks, turning to me.
I sigh and shake my head. “I don't think I can,” I say uncertainly. “What? Why? You guys seemed so close at the Beaumont Bash and Max told me he adores you.” Allie gushes, making me sigh. That makes it so much worse. “I just don't feel for him the way I should. I- I think I'm falling in love with someone else.” I say before my brain can even process it, my voice cracking. That's what I felt earlier. I am falling in love with Drake. “Who?” Allie asks, shocked. “Drake. My old bodyguard. At the Applewood Manor, he kissed me after saving me from that Tariq situation, and at the Bash, we kissed again. I- I don't know Allie. There is just something about him that I care so much about. He fills me with this overwhelming appreciation and calmness when I look into his eyes. I have never felt this way about anyone. When we are together, my heart starts pounding relentlessly in an incredible way. His smile brings butterflies to my stomach and his touch is electric. I don't know how I'm supposed to choose someone else when I know I only want him,“ I finish talking, taking a breath and looking down slightly embarrassed by my over-sharing.
I look back up to see Allie looking at me with a look of amazement. “Damn. Alana you cannot let him go. You have never spoken about anything or anyone that way before,” Allie says, starting to unzip my garment bag. “You need to get into this dress, go to that ball, and fuck it, choose who you love. Who gives a shit what anyone else thinks, this is your life,” Allie finishes confidently, making me smile. “You have no idea how much I needed that,” I grin breathlessly. She smirks, pulling out my dress, a Cordonian baby blue ballgown with ornate golden designs around the hem and chest. “Woah,” I say, impressed gently stroking the designs. “Let's get you dressed lovebird,” Allie laughs, making me chuckle, feeling excited for the first time today.
Allie helps me into my gown and tightens it for me. Before I know it, its time for the ball to begin. Maxwell barges in excitedly to escort us to the ball. Once he sees me, he tears up, patting his eyes dramatically like an elderly woman. “Oh Alana, you look amazing!” He gushes, running over to hug me. “Careful of the dress and hair!” Allie exclaims, but I hug him tightly anyway. “God, you two are a nightmare,” Allie mutters. We break the hug and Maxwell turns to Allie, caressing her cheek. “A hot nightmare I hope,” He grins, making Allie roll her eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “Whatever Fabio, we need to get Alana to her ball so get out of the way,” Allie orders, making Max back up, smirking. “Bossy, mhm I like it,” He comments with a wink, making Allie groan, grabbing my arm and practically dragging me out the door. I watch amusedly as Max rushes after us.
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Eventually, the three of us make it to the doors of the ball. Allie kisses my cheek and then Max’s. “I'll see you guys after, good luck!” She says and I stop her. “Oh hell no, I need you in there,” I say, my eyes wide. “Alana, I'm not on the list, I only got to come in because I was giving you your gown,” She says quietly. I roll my eyes and turn to the guard by the entrance. “Hey, Milligan, this is Allie, and she is not on the list by mistake. She will be back shortly dressed appropriately, then you shall let her in, no questions asked.” I order in a dignified tone. “Of course, your highness,” He says, bowing slightly.
“Alana,” Allie says, but I stop her. “I want you there, and you can keep Maxwell company. Just go up to my room and borrow one of my dresses, I don’t mind. Just hurry!” I say with a smile, making her grin widely. “Thanks, Al,” She says, giving me a hug. “Also it will probably piss Bertrand off, so I'm all for it. I would never object to spending a whole night with you,” Max smiles, making Allie give him a quick kiss. “I swear I love you even more. Okay, see you guys soon!” She says, before rushing away to my room. “Thanks for that Alana,” Max says and I shake my head. “Oh it was purely selfish I assure you,” I say with a wink, and he just nods with a grin, facing towards the main doors of the ballroom. I back slightly to the side as the doors open and announce him into the ball. He gives me a thumbs-up before heading in. The doors close again, and my mother appears. “Ready Darling?” She asks, looping her arm in my elbow. I smile, nerves eating away at me. I ignore them and focus on my mother.
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” I say, and she smiles widely, leading me gently to the doors. They suddenly open, the bright lights blind me for a moment, the only thing holding me down being my mother’s arm as she leads me in. As my eyes adjust, I scan the decadent ballroom. They didn’t spare any expense that's for sure. Ornate chandeliers I have never seen before loom above the large crowd of nobles and suitors. They watch as we enter, making the uncomfortable feeling of being watched overcome me yet again. I don't think I will ever get used to it. We find our way to our thrones, and I try to sit delicately, even though I feel like collapsing onto it in dread. After we settle down, the music starts up again, and people begin to dance while others socialize and drink various cocktails and liquors. I watch the dancers for a minute as it has always calmed me down.
I enjoy observing dancers as they sway, spin, and twirl to the music. It’s truly an art form and a great way to people-watch. A majority of my childhood was spent people-watching outside palace windows and sneakily around a corner while my mother held parties. Wondering what lives they held, who they loved, hated, what their deepest secrets were. Dancing is a vulnerable and beautiful form of expression. You can tell someone’s mood, their thoughts, just by the way they waltz. The way they hold themselves, how they look at their partners, etc. It's compelling. My eyes wander from couple to couple, observing how they look at each other. I see Neville dancing with some poor girl, his nose in the air, not even glancing at her as he swings her violently around the dancefloor. I try to hold a snigger. I spot Liam dancing with one of my younger cousins, Elaine. She is around 8 and standing on his feet. He grins as he swings her around, making her shriek with laughter. A group of women watches, swooning and talking about him to each other. He is definitely the charmer, that's for sure. He notices my staring, winking and flashing his grin. I smile politely before looking away. Guilt eats away at my chest. He probably thinks I will choose him.
As I glance around the room, and the main doors open. Allie walks in, wearing one of my dresses, a black dress which elegantly falls on her figure. I make a mental note to give it to her as it never fit right on me. I smile as Max sees her and rushes over to capture her in a kiss. They really are perfect for each other. As I watch them, I notice a smaller door opening on another empty looking wall. The security guard beside it turns and switches places with... Drake. They nod to each other, and the other guard goes through the door, closing it behind him.
Drake clasps his hands in front of him, scanning the room, a searching look on his face. His eyes Immediately find mine and he stops. His gaze softens as he takes me in. ‘Beautiful’ he mouths, making my heart flutter and my cheeks heat up. I bite my lip as I smile at him. God, I definitely love him. He tries to surpress his smile, trying to be professional, as always. He looks down and gradually the smile fully fades. He clenches his jaw and looks back up at me, a vulnerable look on his face. Dread. My face falls as I remember the situation at hand. I blink back tears, forcing myself to look away. I take a deep breath and sutuate myself. I have to make a plan. I can’t leave Drake and I need to figure out how I can make it possible for us.
Tonight will be monumental, thats for sure.
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Sorry if this is a cliffhanger! I cannot wait for the next chapter hehe! This social isolation/ quarantine thing is great for my writers block. I apologize for how long this took me but my life has been crazy and im looking forward to spending this break writing! I hope you all are doing okay in this crazy time and this could possibly make your day better! Love you all and see you again for another chapter! Also sorry for the lack of Drake but there will be more than enough next time ;)
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This one is pretty long sorry lol
-The night following the Fox Hunt: Alana’s perspective-
As much as I love horseback riding, it really kicks my ass sometimes. After our feast in the lush mountains surrounded by ancient ruins, we endured the rocky trek home. As we descend the trail, my mind is clouded over with insecure and jealous thoughts, nodding absentmindedly as some suitor talks to me. I was determined to immediately dislike the beautiful woman talking to the man I like very much, but she was so nice. It makes it so much harder to hate her because she was clearly flirting with Drake. I haven't been through those kinds of pangs of jealousy before, but I can say with certainty that it sucks. It’s not like I have a right to be jealous, Drake and I aren’t in a relationship, we don’t have any obligations to each other, yet when I saw him with her all I could think about was how pretty she was and how much he probably likes her and how much I wished it was me who was smiling and laughing with him in public. I thought it was just a harmless crush, but it feels like so much more than that now.
Over the past weeks, I assumed Drake was just talking to some guy over his earpiece, not a gorgeous woman. All my childhood insecurities come flooding back and all I can do is stare forward as we make our way down the mountain, demanding myself not to cry. Not only do I feel distanced because of what happened with Drake when he had those night terrors but now he isn’t my personal bodyguard anymore and we barely talk. it’s too much. I didn’t realize how much I care for him until now.
Eventually, we arrive at the Applewood manor and the nobles and suitors find their way to their bedrooms for the night, some waddling uncomfortably. I drop down from Mac and someone comes up to lead him back into the stables. I brush myself off and look up, surprised as I see Drake standing in front of me. “Oh! Drake, hey” I say awkwardly and he smiles. “Princess, I’ll be escorting you to your room tonight.” He says and my eyebrows furrow in confusion. “We had some trouble with some equipment and Silverman was needed for an hour or so, so I volunteered to take you to your room. Shortly after Silverman should be back at your door,” Drake explains, and I nod, quietly celebrating in my head. We walk in the large manor, our footsteps echoing off the walls. The two of us make our way through the tall hallways, a slightly awkward silence hanging before I break it. “Hey, Mage was really nice, have you known her long?” I ask, and Drake smiles fondly, warm light from the chandelier above us casting a soft shadow across his sharp features. My heart breaks just a bit more. “Yeah she’s great, we’ve known each other for a while, we became friends when we were in training together for the service. Even though she is focused on tech, we had the same basic training,” Drake tells me, and I nod along, looking down at my muddy riding boots.
“So, have you guys ever...?” I question him, my heart hammering. Drake looks at me for a moment before he understands what I’m saying. “Oh!” He laughs.
laughs.
“No! No, we have not- or will ever- no.” He laughs, shaking his head. “Why not? I mean, she’s very beautiful and you are handsome and- and why not?” I stutter, my face burning at my rambling words. Drake just smiles, “I’m pretty sure I’m not her type,” He shrugs simply, looking forward. I scoff, “How are you not her type?” I blurt out before I can even filter it from my falling out of my mouth. I gulp nervously and sneak a glance at him but he just chuckles that wonderfully sexy chuckle. “I’m not her type because I’m a man,” he says amusedly, and my mouth forms a little ‘o’ in realization. Suddenly my heart feels a whole lot lighter. “Oh! Well yes, that’s a valid reason,” I laugh and Drake chuckles. Yep, there is no way I could dislike Mage.
We walk up the last set of wooden stairs and finally arrive at my bedroom door. Our footsteps slow and eventually stop. I turn to look up at him. We stare at each other for a moment in silence, the only sound being the rain beginning to patter against the panes of the windows beside us. Our gazes stay unbroken, and I try to tell him it all through my eyes. How I was so jealous for no reason, how I am positive I won't fall for any suitor, and how badly I want to kiss him until I can't breathe. Drake suddenly looks away, scratching the back of his neck. “Hey uh I have to run, but Silverman should be here soon,” Drake says, and I nod. “Thank you, Drake, it was like the good old times,” I say with a slightly pained smile. He smiles back with the same expression and a nod, before walking away. I step into my room tiredly, planning on climbing into bed and thinking about Drake for a couple of hours before drifting off.
I sigh, closing the door behind me and locking it. I make my way over to my dresser eagerly, ready to get out of this stupid riding outfit. Relief washes over me as I relieve my poor feet of my god awful boots. I smile to myself as I fold my jacket up. Drake and Mage weren’t flirting. I know it’s stupid, but the idea of Drake being with anyone else makes me feel sick. I remove my shirt and riding pants, leaving me in my underwear. As I rummage through my suitcase for my pajamas, I notice a yellow sliver of light grow on the wall in front of me and hear the creak of my door opening. I whip around, covering myself up in instinct.
There stands one of the suitors, Tariq I believe, staring at me with wide eyes, a key in his hand. I gasp and fumble trying to cover myself fully, my heartbeat hammering in my chest. Where is Silverman? “I knew it! We do have a connection! I was second-guessing myself but here you are in my room, undressed.” He says, his voice laced with amazement. I sputter in horror. “What, no! What are you-“ I start but he nears me hungrily. I know I can’t fight him. He is taller than me and definitely stronger. My stomach is twisted in fear, tears prickling my eyes. I wish Drake was here. “Tariq I don’t want- no-“ I start again, but he just shakes his head. “Shh, no need to speak. I understand your message loud and clear-“ he says, his voice laden with lust, and he reaches his hand to caress my arm, making me recoil in disgust, my back hitting against the rough edge of my dresser, making my perfume bottle fall and shatter on the floor.
“Hey! Get the hell off her!”
Tariq stops and turns, giving me the view of the doorway, but I didn't need to see him to know that it was Drake. He came. Just seeing that familiar silhouette sends a wave of relief over my body.
Drake starts nearing Tariq, fuming. “But she’s in my room-” Tariq starts and Drake scoffs. “That's bullshit and you know it. Now get out.” Drake orders, clearly trying to stay calm, although I can tell he is the angriest I have ever seen him. “No,” Tariq says stubbornly, and in an instant they are in a full-on brawl, fighting each other. I watch in shock and partly in relief. I have never seen this type of pure anger from anyone let alone Drake. He was annoyed at me before when I was stupid while skiing, but he wasn’t like this. His face is almost animalistic as he punches Tariq square in the face. Surprisingly, Tariq gets a few good hits in, but before long, he forfeits, ducking out of Drake’s reach and running out the door. “Yeah get the hell out!” Drake shouts after him, slamming my door, breathing heavy. “Drake,” I say softly, my heart thundering in my chest, tears flowing from my eyes.
He turns and I run up and hug him. “T-thank you- I didn’t know what he was about to do,” I sob quietly. Surprisingly, Drake embraces me back, enveloping me in his body heat and making me calm down, finally feeling safe once again. I can hear his heartbeat hammering in his chest from the adrenaline. It's oddly comforting. He’s never hugged me back and although its a small thing, its the most wonderful feeling. Like when he caught me on the yacht, the way I feel at this moment, grateful, relieved, and safe. “It’s okay princess, it’s over now,” he says softly in my ear. I don't want to let go of him, but I know I have to. After a couple minutes, I gently untuck my arms from around him, stepping back and wiping at my wet eyes. He glances down at me and immediately looks away, his cheeks tinted. “Um Princess, you’re..” he says, and I look down, realizing I’m still in my underwear. “Oh! shit sorry,” I curse quietly, laughing, embarrassed. This isn't how I pictured him seeing me in my underwear for the first time. I grab one of my nightdresses and slip it own and turn around to see Drake examining his bloody knuckles.
“Drake, you’re hurt,” I say walking over to him. “ it’s not a big deal, just some scrapes and bruises. Nothing I can’t handle,” he says, brushing it off. I roll my eyes at his stupid pride. “Drake for once, just let me help you,” I plead softly and he looks at me for a moment, the harshness fading from his dark eyes, and nods silently. I grab him gently by the forearm and lead him over to sit on the edge of my four-poster bed. “Wait here,” I say, and grab the first aid kit from the bathroom. I come back and drop the kit on the bed. “Okay, give me your hands,” I order, and he complies, lifting his hands up to me reluctantly. I take his bloody, calloused hands in my smaller ones, looking at the cuts closely. After examining the extent of his knuckles, I grab some alcohol disinfectant wipes and start lightly dabbing them on his cuts. He sucks in breath dramatically. “Damn, have anything for pain in there?” He says jokingly, and I smile. “I have a bottle of whiskey,” I suggest, and he grins that wonderful grin, the one that prompts those oh so beautiful dimples, a mischievous look in his eyes. “Whiskey it is then,” I laugh fondly, reaching over and grabbing the bottle from a display on my nightstand. I hand it to him, and he glances it over with an impressed expression. He takes a swig while I clean his other hand. “Damn, that’s good,” he praises and I chuckle.
We stay in a comfortable silence as I wrap his knuckles, one hand at a time while his other holds onto the bottle of whiskey. I reluctantly let go of his warm hand and he brings it down to his side. I hate the feeling of letting him go. “Want some?” Drake offers, tilting the bottle towards me. I smile, taking the bottle. I tilt it back, taking a drink. The amber liquor burns as it runs down my throat and into my chest, settling there. I give him the bottle back to continue patching him up. I glance over the bruise on his arm that I can’t do much about, and realize he must have taken some hits to the abdomen. “Drake I need you to take your shirt off,” I say awkwardly, clearing my throat. He raises his eyebrows. “Trying to get me undressed are you Princess?” He asks jokingly, making me blush, the alcohol definitely not helping me there. Drake takes his shirt off anyway, and I see the huge bruise forming on his side. “Oh my- Drake this is a huge bruise. I didn’t realize Tariq could do that much damage to someone like you,” I say in surprise, leaning in closer to his body to inspect the red and purple stain on his skin. “Someone like me?” Drake asks.
My eyes fly up to meet his and I realize how close I am to him. I can feel the warmth of his body heat. He looks down at me expectantly. I clear my throat, backing up from him, my heartbeat quickening, trying not to think of all the ways he could look at me like that in other situations. “Uh- yeah someone who is um- well built and-“ I stutter awkwardly, but Drake just chuckles. “I’m messing with you Alana,” he says in his deep raspy voice, taking another swig of whiskey, making my stomach do a somersault. I can’t remember the last time he called me Alana, not Princess. I stand there, frozen, blinking at him. I realize how much I like hearing it come out of his mouth. God, that mouth... He notices my expression and realizes what happened and shakes his head with a sheepish smirk. “Heh. This whiskey is really hitting fast,” he says, laughing lightly. I laugh slightly with him as he places the bottle on the floor. I notice that his lip is split. “Hey- You have a split lip,” I say, and his eyes widen slightly as he brings a finger to touch his lips. “Huh. Seems like it,” he chuckles, clearly tipsy. What a lightweight. I smile.
“Can I?” I ask, holding up a fresh wipe. He stares at me for a moment before nodding. I realize that I need to get better access to his face so I gently guide his knees apart, and step between them, coming face to face with Drake. My heart is beating hard again, this time in nervousness instead of fear. I shakingly dab his cut, acutely aware that he is staring at me. I’m nearly done when he speaks. “I’m sorry for going off at you the other night when you asked about-“ he starts but I cut him off. “Seriously don’t be sorry. If anything I should, I was the one being nosy. I’m sorry for pushing you like that,” I say genuinely, and he shakes his head. “I’m not mad at you for that, it makes sense. You wanted an explanation...I could never be mad at you,” He finishes softly, his voice low. “Except when I put myself in danger,” I chuckle, making him crack a grin. “Yeah maybe then,” He says, his eyes moving up to meet mine.
Our faces are mere inches apart, and my breath hitches in my throat. Our smiles fade as we stare into the eyes of each other. The alcohol is coursing through my veins, making me feel lightheaded. To be honest, at this point I can't tell whether its the alcohol or him. He glances down at my lips which makes me dart my tongue out to wet them self-consciously. Thunder suddenly booms from outside, making both of us jump. I look over at the dark window and the flash of lightning outside. I glance back to Drake to see he's is staring at me in a way that makes my legs feel like jelly. He suddenly grabs my face, pulling my mouth to his.
A noise of surprise gets stuck in my throat, and my eyes flutter closed. All I care about is the feeling of Drakes's lips and the faint taste of whiskey and blood. I’m dizzy with happiness like I’m drunk. Drunk on him. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. His arms wrap around my waist and we seem to fit together like we were meant to be here, in each other's arms. I moan softly and break our kiss to pepper open-mouthed kisses on the underside of his jaw. “Alana,” He says in his low husky voice, which makes me sigh with content. “I love it when you say my name,” I whisper, bringing my hands up to run through that hair. God, I've wanted to do that for so long. He leans into my touch, his eyes closed.
I kiss his lips again, and he responds, pushing back passionately, making sparks fly between us. I gasp slightly at his intensity, heat coiling in my stomach. More. More. More my head chants as we kiss, completely lost in him. His taste, his smell, his kiss. can't even process what is happening until he pulls away, and steadies me by my shoulders. I blink in confusion, and he looks at me, the most pained expression across his face. “Wha...” I mumble, searching his deep brown eyes. “Alana... I can’t. It’s not right.” He says quietly. As his words fall out his mouth my heart breaks once again. His rejection is like an electric shock, and I falter backward, away from him and his damn expression. “Shit, I promised myself I wouldn't let this happen. I don't deserve you. YOu are going to be the queen and I’m your bodyguard. Not even that! Not anymore anyway,” He mutters as he puts his shirt back on. I shake my head, tears springing to my eyes. He's not actually- “That doesn't matter,” I say bitterly, resenting my damned title once again. Drake stands up, shaking his head gently. “You know it does. It’s just not right. It's not fair to you. No matter how much I want... It just can't happen,” He insists. “What about what I want Drake?” I ask indignantly, my chest heaving. He just shakes his head again. “I’m sorry Alana. Trust me, I am,” He says, before he walks past me, and out my door.
I stand there for a while, staring into space, in disbelief at what just happened.
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The next morning is rough. I laid in bed for a couple minutes, replaying last night over and over, making the hole in my chest grow bigger. It was so good until it wasn't. All I know is that I can look forward to partying and forgetting it all tonight at the Beaumont Bash. I’m on my way now, early. I could use Maxwell’s smile. He always finds ways to cheer me up. I just have to decide whether I will tell him about Drake or not.
Our car pulls up to my good friend’s home, and I force myself to stop thinking about Drake. I rush up to the front door, ringing the bell obnoxiously and wait for a couple minutes before the door swings open. Holding the door open, is Liam of all people. I widen my eyes. “Oh! Liam, how great to see you,” I say, making him grin. “Princess Alana! What a nice surprise, you’re early!” Bertrand says from behind Liam before he can speak, making me smile. “Yeah sorry, I didn't think you guys would mind, I was hoping to see Maxwell before the party,” I explain. “Well come in, come in!” Bertrand insists, so I do, smiling at Liam as I pass by him. It's strange, Bertrand knows how the kind of friendship Maxwell and I have, yet he keeps trying his hardest to get me to choose Maxwell, despite Max’s relationship with Allie. Or the fact that I see Maxwell as my brother. It doesn't matter, either way, I couldn't choose Maxwell and do that to Allie. Or to Maxwell.
Speaking of the devil, Maxwell appears at the top of the staircase. “Al!” He enthuses, running down the stairs to me and engulfing me in a hug. I laugh, hugging him back. “Max! It’s been like a day! Far too long!” I exclaim, and he nods, his lopsided grin on his face. He glances over my shoulder, then looks at me with a knowing look. “Hey! I uh need to finish up some things, why don't you keep Liam company until I get back?” He asks with a suggestive tone. I smile and roll my eyes at him, hidden from Liam. “Yeah totally,” I say cheerfully, turning to Liam, who grins.
Liam and I decide to take a walk through the Beaumont vineyards, Silverman trailing a bit behind us. I bask in the warm sunlight as we walk. “This is so beautiful,” Liam comments, his voice calm. I nod. “I love it here. I can’t wait until tonight though, it will be crazy,” I laugh, making him join in. “Yeah so I have heard,” He chuckles. We walk in comfortable silence for a bit, strolling through the beautiful countryside. “You are an extraordinary person, Alana,” Liam says suddenly, making me turn to him with a surprised smile. “How so?” I ask, curiosity getting the better of me. He smiles, looking anywhere but me. “Well, I think you were very brave to do this whole suitor thing, as you have never even been introduced formally to the kingdom. And they already love you, by the way, Cordonia I mean, and that's just from a couple weeks. You have a way with people. You just capture the attention of everyone around you, not because you demand it, but because they feel you deserve it. We can tell how genuine you are.” Liam says, slightly sheepish. “Liam, that was beautiful. I haven't heard anyone talk about me like that before,” I smile, tucking my hair behind my ear and glancing back over to him.
“Like that! Just you doing that small thing makes me want to kiss you and give you everything I have!” Liam laughs, making me chuckle. I stop, making him look at me. “Do it then,” I say quietly, my heartbeat quickening. “D-do what?” Liam asks, his eyes slightly wide. “Kiss me,” I say with a smile. Maybe Drake was right. He and I could never work. With Liam, we wouldn't have any problems. He is a sweet guy who actually wants to be with me, he would be a great king, and I can actually choose him at the end of this and we would be happy. Liam grins and brings up his hand, gently tucking my hair back and caressing my cheek. He leans in and kisses me gently.
no sparks.
Slightly frustrated by that, I kiss back harder. Come on... they have to appear. I need to feel something. We kiss for a moment before he pulls away with a huge grin on his face. At least he enjoyed it. “That was amazing,” Liam breathes. I smile. Maybe it will get better. If I choose him, eventually I’ll fall for him, and it should all work out.
Right?
My phone buzzes, a text from Max. ‘Okay, you guys kissed so now give me attention’ I snort. “Creep,” I mutter, and Liam gives me a confused look. “Oh! Sorry, its Maxwell, he kind of needs me. I’ll see you later?” I ask, and Liam nods, “I hope so,” He says with a wink, making me smile before turning and going to see what Maxwell wants.
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Maxwell meets me in his boutique, and he presents me with a dress. “Hey, I know you probably have thousands of dresses, but I really like this one and its Beaumont colors so it would look good for us if you wore it,” He says with a hopeful smile, holding up a long navy dress with silver details around the hem. Perfectly simple. “Bertrand put you up to this didn't he?” I ask amusedly, and Max smile sheepishly. “Yeah, I’m sorry. He just really wants us to look good, you know with all our financial problems and all that,” he says, looking down. That's the thing about Maxwell, he genuinely hates asking people for help when he needs it, or when Bertrand puts him up to it. “Hey its okay, I know how he gets. I’ll wear it. It's beautiful,” I say, earning a grin from Maxwell. “Thanks, Al. Oh hey, that kiss with Liam looked pretty good,” Max says, raising his eyes up and down suggestively. I roll my eyes. “You are so creepy. You guys seem to be friends, I’m guessing you're rooting for him to be the one I choose?” I ask knowingly, and Max shrugs. “I know your type,” “That’s debatable” “and he is actually a decent guy who is head over heels for you. You should listen to how he talks about you Al,” Max says, making me feel even worse for not feeling it back. For now at least. “I thought you were rooting for my bodyguard,” I say jokingly, making Max roll his eyes. “Yeah I could tell you liked him, but I was mostly kidding. I’m sure you guys would be great but it's not really realistic, you have to choose someone, and your mom would definitely not approve of your bodyguard,” Max says as he rummages through some clothes.
He makes sense. That's what I hate so much about it. But Drake sees it the same way apparently. I ask Max to leave so I can get ready, and he does. Before long, People are arriving, and music is playing. I finish getting ready, putting my hair in a french twist-like hairstyle. I step out of the boutique, walking over to the grand staircase. “Princess Alana of Cordonia!” The herald announces, and I smile as I gracefully make my way down the stairs. I glance at the bottom and see Maxwell dressed up talking to Liam, who is wearing a suit with the same navy colored tie as my dress. Maxwell was sneakier than I thought.
Once I fully descend the staircase, Maxwell offers his elbow and I take it as he leads me into the ballroom. “I can't believe you made me and Liam match,” I say through the teeth of my smile in Maxwell’s ear. “Oh don't be so dramatic,” Is all Max says, making me roll my eyes.
I’m at the head table once again, sitting next to Maxwell. The food is delicious and the company good, I have no reason to complain. I still find myself once again roaming the room with my eyes, searching for him. Weirdly, Drake is nowhere to be seen. He is usually standing with some people in suits. Is he gone because of what happened? I think, a sick feeling settling in my stomach.
The dinner goes by quickly enough, and before I know it, its time for the party to truly begin. The older guests, including my mother, decide to go to bed, while us youngsters wait in the foyer for the famous bottle opening ‘ceremony’. Liam joins Maxwell by holding the champagne bottle, and Maxwell smashes it with a sword, and everyone cheers. Music starts thumping from somewhere, and in an instant, the party has really started.
The night is amazing. We dance and drink the best cocktails in southern Europe. Maxwell tries to shoot apples off of people’s heads blindfolded and somehow a horse is walking around, a suitor passed out on it’s back. I dance my problems away, kiss Liam a couple times, forcing myself to not think about Drake.
The party is in full swing, and everyone is plastered. I personally didn't drink as much, as I must keep some sort of shred of dignity, being a princess and all that bullshit. I realize I need a break from all these drunk people and loud music. It's not as fun to party with intoxicated people when you are practically sober. I sneak off and make my way to my favorite room, the Beaumont study. Its a room with large windows, dark wood paneling, and s comforting old book smell. I loved reading in there when I was younger. I open the door and see a guy looking at some book, and I jump in surprise. “Oh! sorry,” I say so he turns around, and its Drake. I didn't recognize him in a white shirt and denim jacket, not his usual suit. My heart just about falls out my ass.
“Princess,” He says, that same pained look on his face. I sigh and close the door behind me. “Drake,” I say bitterly, crossing my arms. He looks at me for a moment, and I expect him to say sorry or comment about the other night. Instead, he clenches his jaw slightly, looking down. “So Liam huh?” He asks, and furrow my eyebrows. “What?” I ask, taken aback. “When I uh, came in earlier, I saw you two... Kissing.” He says, visibility struggling with the last word. I scoff. “Oh, so you have no problem kissing me like you did the other night then just leaving. But, if I try to get over you with someone else, it's unacceptable. Is that what you are saying?” I ask anger boiling within me. He has no right to dictate my feelings like that. “Yes,” He says, looking up at me. I scoff. “Ugh! You are unbelievable-" I start, but falter as he grabs me by the waist and pulls me close to him. “What is unbelievable is how much I want to kiss you right now and make you forget who Liam is,” Drake says, his voice low, making me gulp. I have some self-control, but he is making it really hard for me. “You can't do that Drake. Toss me away then get mad when I kiss someone else. You need to decide. Are you with me or not?” I ask, my heart thundering in my chest as I search his warm brown eyes.
“You. It will always be you,” He breathes, and in an instant, our lips are attached. My heart soars as I kiss him back, and there they are again. The sparks. He breaks the kiss and starts kissing my neck this time, licking and sucking at the skin. I gasp at the sensation, heat coiling in my stomach. I grip onto his shoulder until he's satisfied with the mark left. That's the thing about Drake. He doesn't hesitate with small polite kisses, he leaves me breathless with his intensity, his strength. He's the kind of man who pushes you up against a wall and kisses you until you can't breathe, aka my type of man.
He kisses me again, and I bring my hands up his white t-shirt, running my hands over his chiseled torso. His hands run up and down my back, at some point one of his hands drifts over my ass, giving it a squeeze, making me squeal in surprise, and he stops, seeing if I'm alright. I just laugh. “Sorry! I just wasn't expecting that!” I say giggling. He cracks a grin. “No, I’m sorry, it kind of just happened,” He chuckles, somewhat sheepish. “Don't apologize, I liked it,” I say mischievously, my heart light. “Well then,” He says, then proceeds to grab me just under my ass and lift me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist. I giggle and kiss him deeply.
Liam who?
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Omg, that was so long guys lol - 5k words! I didn't notice until after it was written oops! I have been so excited for you guys to read this chapter cause it's so juicy!! also sidenote and know all us know that Liam is really a freak who has sex in practically public lmao but not in this fic, haha I hoped you guys liked it! Love you all <3
Hey guys, I was doing some planning for TNNR but I have come to a fork in the road. I have two plans and I want to know which you guys would prefer!
Plan one: the series goes to only 10 chapters, so only 2 chapters left, and it’s a quick, happy ending after the coronation ball with an epilogue. It’s short and sweet because I don’t think i could go farther in that direction.
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Plan two: the series will go farther, with more ~drama~ it would go farther than the coronation and through an engagement tour, with more pining and slow burn action lol. I’m not sure how long it would go, but it would be much more than a couple more chapters. I haven’t ever written a long series before but it sounds fun.
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Summary- just read this short post here. It will explain everything :)
Pairing- Drake x MC
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Drake’s Pov-
I stand near the doors of the palace, waiting for my cue to respond to my next position. The group of suitors outside the ballroom doors slowly get larger and larger as more noblemen file in. As I wait, standing with my hands folded, I overhear some of them talking in their whiney voices. “We haven’t even met the princess yet, who knows what she looks like?” one asshole asks, making a lot of them mumble in agreement. “Yeah, for all we know, she’s a pig! Maybe that’s why they hid her for so long!” Some guy shouts, making almost all of them laugh. A guy near the back shakes his head, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes. I would feel the same if I had to be one of the infuriating nobles. So entitled and rude, only caring about money and status. I despise them. Suddenly, the order to go to my position sounds in my earpeice. I nod, confirming quietly into the mic. As I start to walk away, heralds start announcing the suitors and they start joining the ball.
I wait in my position, scanning for any potential threats. Like nearly everyone in the palace, I have never met the princess. The only difference is I’m not obsessed over what she will look like, or how she will act. The only thing I care about is keeping her safe and doing my job. To follow in my father's footsteps of protecting the royal family.
I hear the click of heels nearing me and the rustle of gowns. I don’t bother looking over at them, waiting for them to pass into my eye range. It would seem unprofessional to show any emotion, especially curiosity. They pass me and stop at the door, and I finally allow myself to look at her.
My breath hitches in my throat as soon as I rest my eyes on the princess. Her dark silky hair is pulled back in an effortless way and her white gown perfectly frames her body, clinging to her waist and exposing her back. I’m close enough to admire the freckles dotted on her arms and the way her hair moves so swiftly as she turns her head slightly to the side, glancing back at me.
I cant help my mouth parting slightly as I make eye contact with the woman in front of me. Her face is breathtakingly beautiful. I can’t get over the gorgeous way her dark hair frames her face, her expression soft and inviting. Her large bright eyes look directly at me, boring a hole through my head. I stare at her, dumbfounded at this effect she has had on me. Her cheeks tint a shade of red as we continue to gaze at each other. I’ve been staring too long. I need to stop. I just can’t. She isn’t looking away either... This amount of eye contact isn’t normal between strangers. But It feels normal with her. Why?
A noise startles her suddenly and she looks forward, straightening her posture. When she looks away I release a breath I didn’t know I was holding. I inhale slowly, trying to return myself to normal. Get a grip, Walker. The doors open and I watch her as she gracefully walks in with her mother. I can partially see her stunning smile and she walks in, her face sheepish as the huge crowd of people cheers for her. I suddenly wonder what it would be like to be a suitor. To have the opportunity to be closer to her. To marry her. I shake my head, looking down. What the hell is wrong with you Drake? You make eye contact with some random girl for less than a minute and think about marrying her? Get a grip man.
I jump slightly at the sudden sound of someone’s voice in my ear. “Walker, we need you to change positions to the thrones, Silverman’s wife is in labor. Remember, watch out for anything- this is a huge moment for Cordonia and a perfect time for someone to strike,” Mage informs me in the earpiece, as Silverman quickly rushes out of the ballroom, his face red. “Roger that Mage,” I smirk, knowing how much it annoys her when I say that as I walk in, standing in Silverman's place next to the princess’ throne. “Ugh don’t say ‘roger that’ it’s fucking annoying,” Mage snaps, making me crack a small smile, hiding it quickly. “okay, no more cliche spy codes. All clear all clear, over.” I say and can’t help snickering as I hear my good friend curse angrily, before she turns off the mic, mumbling about how she ain’t paid enough for this shit.
I glance over to the princess, who is looking at me with a curious look. Shit, she heard me. I turn slightly, pointing to my earpiece. Her eyes widen slightly with realization and she nods, a smile on her captivating face. “And now, the suitors may come and introduce themselves to Princess Alana!” Queen announces, and the large crowd of suitors stumbles over quickly, eager to meet her. The smile fades away from my face and I turn forward, clearing my throat. I stand there for about thirty minutes, painfully enduring the stupid men saying nearly exactly the same thing every time. A wimpy man comes up, kneeling down in front of Alana. “Oh dear Alana, your beauty knows no bounds! You are truly made to rule such an equally beautiful country! It will do me great honor to be your king!” Alana nods, at this point clearly tired, leaning her head in her hands. She just mumbles, “Thank you so much, I’m excited to get to know you more,” in a monotone voice.
I feel bad for her. Alana sighs, looking away. A man comes up, the same one who was shaking his heads at the assholes before. “Hey!” He shouts angrily, making the queen gasp, and Alana to jump, looking down at surprise. I’m about to call backup in case this guy is dangerous when Alana squeals, running down and throwing her arms around him as he twirls her around, making her laugh. “Maxwell! I can’t believe you made it!” She exclaims, squishing his cheeks together. “I couldn’t miss my bestie’s birthday!” He says, his ‘anger’ fading quickly making her laugh, as all the suitors glare at him. I exhale slowly in relief as she grabs his hand, leading him back for some more privacy, a little bit behind me, still in earshot. I can’t help listening in. “Thank god you are here, dude I’m about this close to losing it!” Alana says desperately, taking me by surprise. “Don’t worry hoe, I gotchu,” Maxwell says, making her laugh lightly. They seem to be pretty close.
“Hey, but why are you here? Why are you a suitor, like what about Allie?” She asks, and Maxwell sighs loudly. “You know Bertrand. She isn’t a noble and she isn’t rich so he doesn’t see the point of us even being together,” Maxwell says, and I hear movement, and this time Alana’s voice sounds muffled. She must be hugging him. “I’m sorry. You two are so cute, always making each other laugh. It’s like you guys are meant for each other. I can tell you are, so don’t let your older brother get in the way. But hey, you can make it through the season, you can save me from these idiots, and you can come out unscathed. I mean no offense, but I ain’t picking you,” Alana jokes, making Maxwell laugh. “I wouldn’t expect you too, I mean, so far all I’ve seen you doing is checking out that security guard-“ Maxwell says, making my stomach lurch. Is he talking about me?
“Maxwell! Jesus!” Alana says quickly, making Maxwell cackle. “Oh come on! He’s your type. Tall, brown hair, rough beard...” Maxwell trails off suggestively and my heart starts beating faster. “I swear to god I’m going to feed you to Alfred, you wet napkin!” Alana says, angrily. Wet napkin? What the hell? I can’t help smiling at their conversation.“Did you just threaten to feed me to your corgi?”He asks amusedly, breathless front the laughing I suppose. “Yes! He can be very menacing if he needs to!” Alana says defiantly as Maxwell snorts, and I hear footsteps nearing me. “Oh I’m sure..” Maxwell says, and they pass me, Alana’s face red, her hand delicately shielding her face from me. They stop just before where everyone else is, in front of me so I can see them clearly.
“Now get back out there tiger,” Maxwell says, and she groans, resting her head on his shoulder as they watch everyone dance and mingle. “Come on, if you can down fifteen shots of whiskey in under a minute, you can do this,” Maxwell says, making Alana gasp and my eyebrows to raise. Damn. She glances over at me, and looks away quickly, her face reddening. She mutters something between her gritted teeth, and Maxwell looks over, waving happily at me before Alana pulls him away roughly. I can’t help the amused smile that forms on my face as she pulls him away.
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A couple hours later, I’m still at my position, waiting for this damn thing to end. The party is starting to wind down and most of the security is leaving. Silverman's position requires that I stay until the end. Wonderful. I watch Alana glade effortlessly on the dance floor, in the arms of some greasy man-child. He looks down at her in a creepy way, his long black and greasy hair falling in his face. Alana looks like an angel in his arms, her face carefree as she dances. How can she just do that? Lose herself so easily?
The man leads her over to the bar and they start chatting. I don’t know why she’s talking to him. Maybe to be polite, but I find it fishy. I make sure to keep my eyes trained on them as they talk at the bar. I admire how Alana laughs, throwing her head back, her cheeks tinted. What could that rat could have possibly said to make her laugh? A noblewoman comes up and starts talking to Alana, distracting her. The rat takes this opportunity to slip something into her drink, the pill fizzing in her champagne flute. I grit my teeth and start marching towards him. What does this asshole think he’s doing?
“Uh- Drake what the fuck? Return to your position!” Mage says into my ear, but I just switch it off, marching right up to the rat. “Uh, can I help you?” He asks a look of disgust washing over his face. You fucking grease ball. I clench my jaw and grab his collar, hoisting him up from his barstool angrily. People around me gasp, and I hear people backing away. “Uh sir, what are you doing to Neville?” Alana asks from behind me, but I don’t respond, looking into this assholes’ eyes. “Neville huh? What did you just put into the Princess’ drink Neville?” I ask, my grip tightening around his neck as I say his name.
“I-I don’t know what you're talking a-about you peice of commoner trash,” Neville spits, yet I still see the fear in his eyes. I scoff and with my free hand, I reach into his jacket pocket and bring out a plastic bag labeled ‘Rohypnol’. Roofies. I throw Neville to the ground and he whimpers as he hits the floor. McKinley and Smith quickly run up, grabbing Neville and dragging him away. I turn to Alana and she throws herself at me, hugging me tightly. My mind goes blank as I feel her body pressed up against mine. I keep my arms away from her. I can’t touch her. “Thank you,” She says quietly against my shoulder, all I can muster is, “Its just my job,” and she pulls away, tears in her eyes as she smiles gratefully at me. I can’t help my heart bursting as I look down at her.
The Queen rushes over, bringing her daughter into a quick embrace. “Thank you so much young man, You saved my precious baby!” The Queen cries as I stand there awkwardly. “It’s really alright your highness, I was just doing my job-“ “-what job is that exactly?” The Queen asks. Strange question. “I’m a part-time palace security detail, ma’am,” I explain, and she nods, holding Alana’s face to her chest. “And your name?” She asks. “Drake Walker ma’am,” I respond and she looks up at me, something behind her eyes.
“Well Mr. Walker, I’m promoting you to my daughter's personal bodyguard.”
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