Fresh off the battlefield, Aria Maine is a new queen in need of a king consort to claim her throne. Unfortunately, all three of her suitors come with their own.. complications. Lord Bartholomew Arden is her late brother's best friend… he is engaged. "What are you doing Barry?" she whispered, watching his hands drizzle water up and down her arms after he dropped the shirt in the water. "I have absolutely no idea," he said, laying his mouth down on her shoulder, kissing it for the first time. Prince Aaron Condor is the bad boy Aria fell for long ago… he doesn't remember her. "Hey asshole! I didn't screw your sister's fiance okay? Nothing happened. Can I go home now?" "Shut up!" he growled, biting her lip. "Just shut up," he ordered, leaning into her, pressing his body up against hers before shoving his tongue down her throat. Prince Troy Pierce is prince charming, her ally in war and her friend... He is also the brother of the man who had her entire family killed. Much lurks behind the perfect prince mask, not the least of it being his affection for another woman. "My heart won't survive you, Aria Maine. Is there anyone that's not in love with you?" Three suitors. A ticking clock. Every moment she spends away from her home country her life (and crown) is on the line. All complicated by matters of the heart. Torn between her grief, duty to her country and epic love, Aria Maine must make an impossible choice in under three months. Boy oh boy, (oh boy), how does a girl choose?
view more2020, February 14th (Warlanda) She walked through the doors of the softly lit restaurant and Aaron's fear that he'd made a mistake was confirmed. Of course Troy wasn't letting Aria show up tonight. What kind of dumbass would he have to be to let this happen? What kind of dumbass was Aaron for letting her talk him into this? For still wanting to see an engaged woman whose wedding had to happen by the end of March? "Troy sends his regards," said Emily, taking the seat across from him. Emily put the ring box down in front of him. Aaron just looked at it. The bloody thing was obviously cursed. "She really did want to come Ron, but Troy's just not-" "Since when are you two such besties?" Aaron asked, draining the glass in front of him. "I guess things are better now that you're not in the picture. I'm even allowed to come to the wedding now." "Well whoop de doo for you." He got up, threw a few bills down onto the table and was about to walk out when she took his hand and stopped h
2020, February, 14th Had she noticed that he went a little nuts when she left the bed without him? That his mind went right back to the night that she and Ethan were taken from him? Because he knew she was already awake, had been for a while, but she didn't try to move, stayed perfectly still in his arms. Troy appreciated these little kindnesses, but how long could they live like this? She didn't look unhappy. In fact Aria had told him a million times now that her home was with him and Ethan, not in a castle, not in Sartis Est or Warlanda, not anywhere but in his arms. He wasn't the same though. Troy didn't know if he could make the woman he loved happy anymore. They hadn't laughed together since Dean died. Her ministers were finally falling in line since his coronation and the official announcement of their engagement, but the deadline for them presenting themselves in Sartis Est as husband and wife was coming up. Her rigid country still demanded he be her official king consort by th
2020, January 11th “You know it’s not that simple, Troy. The House of Dormer worked really hard to give you this shot to take Warlanda. You know Madz won’t just let you leave,” said Nathan, backing Emily and Troy back into the chapel. He had neither the patience nor the time for this shit. Troy walked right up to Nathan, took his hand and the gun he held in it and pressed the muzzle up to his forehead. “Are you ready to kill me Nathan? Are you ready to die? Because one of those two things is going to happen tonight if you don’t get the fuck out of my way.” He’d made promises, told her he would come for her and Troy would be damned if he wasn’t doing at least this much for her. There was no point to any of it without her anyway. He didn’t care if he lived or died as long as he could save her, as long as Dean died. Emily lifted her dress and pulled the gun strapped to her thigh. Nathan’s eyes travelled up her silky smooth leg all the way up her thigh and he let out a forced breath, gri
31st November, 2019 Eyes on me, just me, he seemed to be telling her as he watched her official coronation happen. Aria kept flashing back to the moment Troy had taken the crown, her crown and put it on her head while they were still on the battlefield. He bowed and said, "Your Majesty" and in that moment she understood that this was bigger than her, than her vendetta against Dean. How had he done it? Troy had gotten her to take back her order to crush Warlanda with a few simple actions and two words. And a look. It was the eyes that had sealed the deal, been her undoing. When he looked at her Aria was sure he could get her to do just about anything no matter how much it hurt, no matter how angry she was. She'd been nervous about dressing up and attending a formal coronation and rightfully so. Even as he watched her now, as they watched her now, there were people in that very throne room who wanted her dead. They'd have to go through him before they got to her though. Just like he'
2019, July 1st Dear Diary He came to see me today, was right in front of me and then he just wasn’t. Why did I run from him like I bloody always do? So what if I was a bloody mess? He wanted to see me or at least I thought he did and I wanted to see him. What did it matter how I looked? The way he watched me, seeked me out as he followed me up to my room, he looked absolutely desperate. Should I have gone after him? I did try to find him as soon as the shock of him having left just as abruptly as he showed up wore off, but he was already gone. He’d returned home to Terres Somnia almost immediately after departing from Sartis Est. He is on a plane even as I write this. Maybe it was just as well we didn’t meet after all. What if he only came to break my heart? What if he only came to tell me that he’d moved on after all? Even if that was what he came to say though, my stupid heart wants to hear it, wants to hear him. Should I call? Is there enough of me left to call? But he chose to lea
2017, October 12th They had already boarded the plane and were preparing for take off when Aaron turned to Emily and said, "Make sure she gets home in one piece! I'm sorry, I just can't leave yet." CC was in a daze and he probably wouldn't have left if Emily wasn't on the plane too. It was the way Adele said goodbye, the look on her face, like she didn't expect to see him again, that sent him running back the way they'd come, right back to her. Henry would survive one more night without him. His lips were on hers before she could register that he had picked her up, that he was holding her again. "What do you think you're doing?!" she yelled. "I just didn't like how sad you looked. Couldn't help myself. It's not like there's anything I can do in Terres Somnia tonight," he said, pulling her mouth to his and kissing her again. He felt her body relax, grow comfortable and then she kissed him like he was used to, like nothing else mattered, including that they were still in the middle of a
(Terres Somnia) “Come on. It’s been a while and with the rain cloud you have over both of our heads now, we could both use the distraction,” Troy said, taking her hand and walking her out of Ethan’s nursery. Aria gave him an apologetic look and a quick kiss, before sitting down across from him to the chess board he had laid out. “Want to make things a little interesting?” she asked. Troy gave her a suspicious look. “Interesting how?” When Troy sat down with her that first time to teach her how to play, he never could have imagined the situation that he was in now. That prim and proper Queen Aria Maine would strip him bare in a strip chess tournament. “So you haven’t played in a while huh?” "I can't help it if you're slipping, Troy," she grinned. She walked circles around his naked form in her bra and skirt, surveying him the way he had her that night in the hotel. Troy returned her grin, liked how happy she looked. He grabbed her when she came around again. “Peep show’s over, my queen
2019, August 7th (Sartis Est) With the arrival of Prince Troy Pierce in Sartis Est, its castle and its queen seemed to slowly, cautiously, come back to life. Aria was a quick study. She became a worthy chess opponent almost overnight and ended up winning as many games as Troy did. "Checkmate," she said proudly. Troy raised an eyebrow to her well deserved grin. "It's the jet lag," he assured her. "Sure it is.” The constant smiling Troy was still getting used to. It was restricted to them playing chess though, which was starting to get to him because it turned out he needed to see it as much as she needed a reason to do it. So even though chess was their ultimate favorite and he was annoyed at how good she'd gotten seemingly overnight, he allowed her to drag him into simpler board games like Conquest and Battleship, just so he could see her smile a little longer. They were living in a fantasy world of sorts. Almost as soon as Troy got to Sartis Est the war came to a grinding halt. There
2019, December 27th He wanted to be that guy for her tonight. The one who waited patiently for her, like he always did. But waiting had always been his problem as it turned out. Bart was done waiting. "The wedding's off," said CC the moment he entered the room. He was watching her pack furiously methodically, like she did everything. Bart was a fool. She was threatening to leave him and he was just as in love with watching her as always anyway. He went to her and wrapped his arms around her. She yanked them away from her waist and went back to packing. He took her hands in his, pressed his front up her back, put his lips up to her ear and whispered, "You should get angry more. You're absolutely beautiful when you're mad." She whipped around, hurt, sad, mad eyes glaring back at him. "You like this?" she asked, her tone accusing. "Maybe you should tell more women you're in love with them! That's sure to get you more responses like this out of me!" Those eyes were like daggers to the hea
2017, June 4th Another insufferable ball. And the excuse for it? It was his birthday. Lord Bartholomew Arden would rather be sitting in his room preparing for midterms than be here with his parents and all of these pretentious people. Duke Arden took Bart around the room, drilling into his head the name of every nobleman and noblewoman in attendance and their current dealings with the Arden House. As though Bart weren't already aware of them all. He would have given many things to not have to endure this night. Grievances aside, there was one thing Bart looked forward to about tonight. He would get to see her. At least he hoped he would. Things between their families were still very unstable and he hadn't seen her since the last time she came home. Mind you, there was no guarantee he would see her tonight. She had elected to spend this year at a prestigious boarding school abroad, intending to shun her father's wishes for her by attending fashion school next year. He didn't know
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