2019, December 24th Aaron almost sat straight up when he awoke to her next to him playing with his hair. Instead he closed his eyes right back and paid attention to her touch. She hadn't touched him in weeks and it felt incredible. "I know you're awake, you know," said Aria. Aaron smiled and took her other hand in both of his and kissed it. "Well I don't. This is what my dreams are like so I can't be sure." Aria rolled her eyes, but she gave him her hand willingly. When was the last time she did that? "If you don't get up now, I'm leaving." Aaron grabbed her, pinned her down onto the bed and said, "Stay," before jumping out of the bed and going to lock the door. She sat up and laughed. "Are you expecting someone?" "Bart, Emily, Troy. It's anyone's guess who it might be this time." Her smile fell. "I can't speak for your house guest, but he's not coming this time." Even Troy could only take so much. They really got into it this morning. It didn't help that she fell asleep next to Bar
2019, July 1st The war may have ended in Warlanda, but the truth was Dean and Troy were merely shifting battlefields. Dean had taken Warlanda, becoming its regent and almost immediately declared war on Sartis Est. Troy wanted to go for her, to be with Aria like he told her he would be, but the rumours that Diane was still in play, alive somewhere in Warlanda kept him in the country that was trying to take his head. If he could only find her and place her on the throne, he could stop Dean in his tracks. Troy felt a twisted sort of relief knowing that Diane might be with Dean. Taking out King Edward was one thing. Hell, even Troy had considered taking him out when he was looking for ways to end the Warlandian Wars the first time. But Diane was a no go. Dean wouldn't hurt her. She was the only thing left of his humanity, the only thing still tying Troy and Dean together as brothers. This knowledge, this irrevocable bond gave Troy hope, made him keep looking. So instead of leaving Warla
2019, December 26th "I told you to wait for me, James. She's not going to talk to you. Honestly I'm surprised she's still here," said Troy, sitting down next to James. "This is my house. No one comes to it, takes a shot at me and just walks out. I don't care how good she is. She still bleeds, right?" James said, the wrath of his Beaumont blood threatening to come out. Keira perked up, smiled her killer smile and spoke for the first time since being taken captive. "All your friends are so hot Troy," she said, winking at James while licking her lips. "Especially this one. His eyes are almost as delicious as yours." Troy watched her get to James, the way she was no doubt about to get to him. James had been in here too long. Troy needed to ask the right questions and do it fast, before James Beaumont lost his shit. Keira turned back to Troy, reached out a finger to his face, which he promptly grabbed. "Is she here, Troy?" Keira looked to the two way mirror and waved. "Hi goody goody Ade
2019, December 26th Almost as soon as they entered the ballroom, Aria and Troy were separated. James took Troy around the room and Cassie did the same for Aria. "Try to be a little less obvious, Jim," said Troy, watching Aria from across the room. She was watching him too, looking for all the world like she had no idea what CC and Cassie were talking about, so caught up was she in him. In thinking about all the things he would do to her when they got back to the bunker. Troy grinned at her. It was written all over her face. "I don't know what you mean. It's unhealthy to be attached at the hip all the time you know," said James, flashing Troy a cocky grin. "All right, Jim. Let's play. You and I both know I'm the ultimate player," said Troy, walking away. But he'd scarcely taken a few steps when Emily showed up in front of him. "I come in peace," she said, offering him a glass of champagne. "I don't suppose you want to dance with me?" Troy chuckled. "Unless you want Aria to follow thr
Bart had just agreed to go on a date with Aria if they should ever meet again. In truth, he should have known the moment he made that promise. He should have left right then and there. But she was holding his hand, crying her eyes out and suddenly he wasn't a wreck anymore, not for anyone but her. He'd deal with the stuff about CC when he left her. Right now she was the woman in front of him and he wanted so desperately to fix what he broke, even a little, if he could. "There's supposed to be some festival or other going on tonight. There will be fireworks and greasy food. Want to sneak out and go?" Bart asked, stroking Aria's hair as she sobbed in his lap. Aria shook her head no. "What about the rock climbing place we never got to go to because Ethan said no? He's becoming more and more of a stick in the mud huh?" This earned him a little giggle, but she still shook her head no. "You should just go Barry. You're all packed and were practically out the door when I got here," she sai
2019, December 27th "Whose brilliant idea was it for us to spend time with my ex fiancee and your ex Barry today?" Troy asked, kissing Aria's neck. They had only just gone to sleep two hours ago. She was something else last night. Troy needed to remember she was into grand romantic gestures for future reference because the proposal really got her going. Getting out of the limo and into the bed had been something of a challenge, but once they made it into the bunker, it was non stop, wild, passionate sex all night. She protested several times and he would have let her sleep, only she couldn't quite keep her hands to herself and he was never turning that body away. Troy really had a bee in his bonnet about the whole Barry thing these days, but she was letting it slide because of how happy she was. Aria smiled at him and the way he was checking her out, like he hadn't seen it all last night, all night. It wasn't the ring she was in love with, it was that he'd asked again. Because this
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
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
2020, 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