"Get out," she’d said, taking one look at his greek god—like body and apparently deciding she was going to pass. She sat down at her dresser and took in her new hairdo. And as she did, so did he. His mouth went dry, jaw dropped to the floor. She was wearing a knee length, violet dress. On her feet she wore classical black high heels. Aaron had always had a thing for black heels. Everything came together with a charming diamond necklace to subtly draw attention to her rack, which ladies and gentlemen, was also fantastic. And then of course there was the new haircut. Gone was the girl next door. There was no ponytail today and probably wouldn't be for a while. The way the chin length haircut framed her face made it look like red hair was invented for her. Wait, did she just tell him to get out? Aaron promptly slipped out of the bed and went to stand behind her, making sure she got a good look in the mirror. She looked, of course she did, she ran her eyes all the way down his body, sur
2017, June 5thThe drive from the airport to the castle took Bart's breath away. True to its name, Sartis Est was exceptionally beautiful. He took in the hills, mountains, pebble roads, streams, old ruins and knew that coming had been the right choice. "Father, allow me to introduce Lord Bartholomew Arden," said Ethan as they entered the drawing room.The king and queen were just sitting down to tea. "I never met a straighter arrow. I'm sure by the end of his stay you'll wish he was your son instead of me," said Ethan, chipper as ever. Aria gave Bart a concerned look as she went to sit next to her mother, holding onto her shoulders as both women watched the situation unfold with bated breath. Undeterred, Bart stuck his hand out to the king and said, "Thank you for having me, Your Majesty."The king looked at Bart's hand, sizing him up from every angle as he walked circles around Bart, staring him down. "Are you truly the son of a nobleman? You should know better than to offer a ki
The uneasy atmosphere returned to the room, this time without a hint of pretense. Ethan went to her and kissed her forehead, pasting a smile on his face. She tried to smile back, but it was a strained exchange. "This is Princess Diane, Ethan's fiancee,"said Queen Elaine. The queen's voice was as kind as when she'd apologized for her family's silliness, but it was troubled too. The king and queen were both somewhat uneasy, watching Aria's temper flare up. Before Bart or Diane could acknowledge each other, Aria snapped. "Why is she still here?" Bart had never heard Aria sound angry before. The hurt behind the anger however, was familiar. "Aria, don't start," King Victor warned witb a sigh. Aria brushed past the engaged couple and stomped right out the room. "Ria!" Ethan called after her. Diane looked at Ethan guiltily and pulled away. She curtsied to everyone in the room and tried to smile again. Ethan put a hand on her back and gave Bart an uneasy look. "She's just having a bit
She smiled back at him, reaching out to touch his chest. Aria wasn't thinking about Ethan or Diane or their messed up situation. All she wanted was to be wrapped around him. "You should probably talk to him about it yourself."Bart had been getting looks like that for years. He didn't know it of course, because he didn't usually get close enough to women to see it. He'd certainly never stripped down to his underwear for one. The more her hands explored his torso, the less he wanted to talk about Ethan and Diane. Aria had tied her hair up into a bun, presumably for the swim. Having last seen her hair down at his birthday ball, it suddenly seemed very important to him that she had it down and not up.His hand went to her hair and he undid the bun, pulling the scrunchie onto his wrist as he brought her hair down. "You should wear it down more," he whispered. She looked up at him and found his deep blue eyes staring down into her amber eyes. Unguarded tenderness greeted her. Okay fine,
December 4th, 2019James: So she shut you down? Zoey came up to James and wiped away a bit of cream off of the corner of his mouth and stuck her finger into her mouth. James grinned at her. Aaron: Okay, that's really gross. Save the foreplay for the 23 hours of the day during which I'm not looking at your faces. Aaron picked up his tablet as he started pacing again. Aaron: And no, I shut me down. It just felt like she was one upping me or something. Zoey: The cream's from the cake we just had. Get your mind out of the gutter. The blush on her cheeks said otherwise. James looked at Zoey's red face and he took a deep breath, wrestling with the words he was about to say. James: You talk to him. He's freaking out that his new play thing is owning his ass. I'm going to finish up with dinner. James got up, kissed his wife on the cheek and left for the kitchen. Aaron: Dinner? He cooks?Zoey: He does. He's pretty good too. Aaron: Naturally. Zoey: Ron, do you like Aria? Aaron's face
Meanwhile, back at the palace, Aaron was making dinner plans of his own. He didn't know if Aria would come, since he'd sent the invitation, yes a physical invitation, a bit late and it was already eight. Who was he kidding? He didn't know if she would come even if she did have advance notice. Ten minutes after the appointed time, Aaron heard the clicking of heels. Aria wore a black dress with an off shoulder neckline, the same diamond necklace as yesterday around her neck. Her hair was styled into perfect elegant locks. The heels were blood red. Her outfit was more conservative than the things she'd been wearing around him of late, but that just made him want to take it off more. He shook his head. He had to remember that there would be none of that, not until she begged for it. Since the moment he laid eyes on her, they'd been ice cold. He endeavored to change that. Aaron had had dinner set up in the most underused place in the palace hoping for privacy. He'd had the rose maze gard
Back at the fashion house, when Bart and CC woke up the latter was, as predicted, mortified. She didn't speak for several minutes, despite his knowing that she was awake from how fiercely she clung to him, hiding her embarrassment. "Good morning Caroline," Bart said eventually, laughter in his voice. They might not have consummated their love last night, but waking up to CC in his arms brought Bart a special sort of happiness. He couldn't believe he was going to stop himself from staying with her tonight. "Hi," she said, looking up at him slowly. He was beaming down at her reassuringly. But it wasn't okay. How could she fall asleep while they were doing THAT! She wanted to jump out of bed and run. Even if she tried though, it would cost him next to no energy to stop her. He dove under the covers and tickled her. She burst into a fit of giggles, her rigid body spasming under his fingers. "Better," he said, popping his head back up from under the covers. It felt good to touch her
"So this is where the party's at," he said charmingly. Bart and Aaron, both looking poised to throw the first punch, whipped their heads in his direction and yelled, "Who are you!" The newcomer bowed like a prince that hopped straight out of a fairytale. "He's my guest. Surely you all remember him. He came to Caines about two and half years ago looking for a wife," Aria said, peeling Aaron's fingers off of her wrist. Aria went out to her guest and offered him her hand. He kissed it before surprising everyone by letting go and presenting himself to CC. Shock coalesced with guilt on CC's face as her eyes went to Bart. "Troy," CC whispered. "Hi CC," Troy said, smiling as he took her hand and kissed it. "It's been a while."Aaron watched Bart's anger go from 10 to 100, his hands forming fists as realization came over his face. Bart was shaking with rage. It had been over two years ago, but it looked like Bart recognized the man. Prince Troy was the man Henry had almost married CC of
Here we go,” Aaron sighed, watching the dance and shaking his head. He felt her arm tighten around his as she linked them. She was pulling him onto the dance floor before he knew what was happening. “Far be it for me to refuse a woman, but what’s happening right now?” he asked, as she buried her face in the crook of his neck. “I’m not exactly supposed to be here,” she whispered. Aaron chuckled. “Oh, it’s my mystery woman. I was wondering when you’d show up. What’s with the funny hat?” he asked, laying one hand on her lower back and the other on her head as he swayed to the music with her. “You didn’t know who it was, but you just let yourself be pulled along? Just let some random woman—” She stopped short. Aaron smirked, swallowing his laughter. He was super tempted to pull her head back and kiss her again. He’d known the moment she laid her arm in his that it was her. No other woman would demand, take quite like her. “Are you going to show me your ridiculously cute je
Troy pulled her onto the dance floor. She went without protest, something CC had never done before. They hadn’t danced together since the ball he met her at a few months ago. “Alright Caroline, I’ll play. Rule number two. What are you up to?” he said into her ear. Troy didn’t keep his distance like he had the night they met. He held her as close to his body as he could. CC had danced with countless men, but never like this. Never had any of them taken such deliberate steps to hold her like a man holds his woman. “I don’t know what you mean,” she said, pulling away subtly. Not subtle enough though. Troy pulled her even closer to him somehow. She gulped. She didn’t realize there could be a closer. “You woke up this morning and just decided you were ready to spend the rest of your life with the man who’s been making you stay with him for the last four months by threatening to go to war with your country?” He spun her out and twirled her back to him. Their eyes met. Did
2017, October 8th“This is a stupid idea,” said Aaron, watching CC as she emerged from the partition in yet another ball gown. “This kind of thing is not for a guy like Troy. He will burn you.”“I’ll take my chances. We’ve tried everything else and we’re out of time,” CC answered, holding out her hand for him to hand her a tiara. “I still think-”“You still want to start a three way war,” said CC, cutting him off. Aaron came up behind her and put a tiara on her head, sighing. “How do I look?” “CC, think about what you’re doing. No matter what you do, in five days prince perfect is going to want to put a ring on it. That’s for keeps.” “I know. I’m counting on it.”Aaron sighed disapprovingly. “You know you look amazing,” he said, frowning as he rubbed her arms up and down. “Remember what I said. If he suspects even for a second that you’re acting out of character, that you’re bluffing, the game’s over. You’re done. You lose. So don’t hesitate and don’t start things you can’t fini
"Do these rules apply to you as much as me?” she asked, walking backwards slowly, taking her shoes off. He thought about how to answer her as he followed her, kicking off his shoes too. What kind of marriage did he want with her? Maybe Troy didn’t need rules for a woman like Aria. Maybe it didn’t have to be all business. Maybe it wasn’t so bad to want to have your cake and eat it too. Was it time he lowered some walls for the woman who didn't have any up for him? “Of course,” he answered at last.Troy had never answered this question in the affirmative before. She wasn't just getting to him. She was changing him and the worst part was he liked it, wanted it. He took out his phone and played the song Let's Go Home Together by Ella Henderson and Tom Grennan. Setting the phone down, he went to her and picked her up, setting her down into the fountain she’d been heading for before getting in with her. She grinned, splashing water in his direction, mischief and anticipation in her eyes as
“Wait, what?” she asked, distracted by the warmth of his breath on her skin.But Troy was already pulling her into the kitchen like some delinquent.“Your Majesty, Your Highness!” the chef exclaimed, surprised by this ambush, bowing belatedly.“His Majesty wants you to retire for the night,” said Troy, looking dead serious with his hands behind his back. “The family has decided not to have dessert after all.”She gave him a look, sucking in her lips. He was tempted to return the smile in her eyes with one of his own, but first they had to complete the mission. There was mischief in his eyes as he subtly tilted his head towards the chef, waiting for her to back him up. Aria turned to the hesitant chef and swallowed her laughter. “That’s right. Dinner was absolutely lovely though.”The chef shrugged, bowed and went to turn the lights off. “That’s okay, we’ll just get that for you. Off you go,” said Troy, shooing the chef out of the kitchen. Aria covered her mouth until she couldn’t ho
When Aria came back from her sparring session, she was met with an elegant amber dress and matching amber pendant and earrings. He even sent her shoes. “Damn, the guy certainly knows how to go all out.”He’d sent instructions to meet him on a rooftop of one of the towers of the palace, where he had an entire orchestra playing classical music as she entered. Prince Troy himself was wearing a comfortable, loose white shirt with short sleeves and knee length black shorts, his blonde hair blowing every which way in the wind. Who was this man? Was she on the wrong rooftop? Did he have a twin? He walked up to her and held out a hand. She took it and he twirled her three times, watching the silk wrap around her legs before pulling her back against him, intertwining their fingers as he pulled both of their arms around her waist. Aria swallowed. What just happened? She was studying his face, her heart in her throat, but he was looking straight ahead. “You haven’t been up here already, have yo
This was enough for now. He didn’t want to push her too hard too fast. Troy wanted her, wanted to get back home quickly, but she was grieving and trying to rush it would only alienate her. She would learn rules three and four soon enough anyway, one way or another. He got back up, winked at an angry Aaron, who no doubt wanted to punch him again and left. When Troy was gone, Aria moved quickly. She got out of his bed faster than Aaron had ever gotten out of one, which was saying something, and was out the door before he knew what to say. He let his body fall back on the bed, put a pillow over his head and screamed into it. As Aria dashed from Aaron’s room, she ran into CC. CC gave her a once over, saw which direction she was coming from and looked away uncomfortably. There really was no one who could get to a woman like Aaron. To add insult to injury, Bart came up to them then and kissed CC on the cheek, taking her hand in his. There wasn’t a drop of animosity between them. Seriously
2019, December 7thAria was out in the courtyard, sparring with the men from The King’s Guard. She wasn’t pulling any punches and they were learning that it was in their best interest that they didn’t either. She needed to clear her head after her run in with CC, after last night, after what she woke up to this morning. Her brain was about to implode. When Aria woke up that morning, she wasn’t sure which was worse: the killer headache or waking up in his arms. He looked so peaceful, so angelic, harmless even, when he was asleep. How was he somehow more lethal asleep than awake? He looked like a man you could give your heart to without reservation and it terrified her. She never should’ve stayed last night. No clothes came off, but something did, something much more important. Aaron Condor was not king consort material. She needed to leave that room. Aria had the thought and it was like he’d read her mind. His arms tightened around her. “Stay a little longer,” he said, half asleep.Sh
It was already evening by the time Aaron got home. He was filling CC in on what he’d seen when Troy interrupted. “A word, princess.” He wasn’t asking. Troy was, had been frustrated for the last month and now she knew why. Tonight that frustration was all over his face. “I’m not leaving,” said Aaron, taking in the rage on the usually perfectly composed Troy’s face. “It’s okay Ronnie. Give us a few minutes,” said CC. Aaron gave her a look, sighed and said, “I’ll be right outside.” Troy took a seat and indicated for her to do the same. She sat down slowly. CC knew that when he was in this mood it was best to exercise caution. Maybe being in here alone wasn’t the best idea after all. He was more than angry, he was upset and she found she was upset for him. She didn’t know how to not make her heart react to the emotion in his voice. “What do you know?”“Less than you do, I’m sure,” she answered. “Caroline,” he said in a warning voice. “There are two nations at stake here. Don’t te