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
2017, June 4thCC was thrilled to be back home with her family. When she decided to go to boarding school this year after her father had been nagging her about it for years, she didn't realize just how much she would miss them. London was a different world. CC quickly grew accustomed to freedoms that being a princess had never allowed her, the kind of freedom Aaron always seemed to be able to snatch despite being a future crown prince. As amazing as that freedom was, London didn't have him. Coming back right before midterms was asking for trouble, but she didn't care. It was Bart’s birthday and she meant to see him. This was the year she was going to dance with him, consequences be damned. It really had been too long and the yearning was probably going to her head, but she meant it this time. "Watch out Lord Bartholomew Arden, because I'm coming for you," she said to herself, smiling down at the bracelet around her wrist. Bart gave it to her the first time they met. CC and her broth
When they arrived at the Arden residence, CC decided to find a way to deal with the issue of Prince Troy later. Experience had taught her that she wouldn't get a lot of time to find Bart and ask him to dance. Something would come inevitably come up. Tonight that something would be Prince Troy. She had to avoid him long enough to get to Bart. Even if it was just one dance, tonight was their night. She would make it happen no matter how hard he tried to avoid her or how many dukes, lords and princes came before her. CC saw Bart right after their arrival was announced. For a moment she couldn't make herself move, her face breaking out into a smile. To the untrained eye, Bart's eyes gave nothing away, but even from this distance she knew he was overjoyed to see her. He had positioned himself strategically, on the second level of the ballroom, no doubt so that he could see her the moment she walked in. Unfortunately this excellent positioning served him in more than one way. Bart must kno
As he took her around the room, Troy started paying attention again because he loved how excited she got when one of them won. The first time she did it, he was thrown, returning her enthusiastic embrace a second too late, as she had already started pulling her arms away from around his neck. While the thrill of gambling was going to her head, her touching him was going to his. The more they won, the more she touched him. Aria made no attempt to initiate holding hands, kissing or hugging before, but now she was all over him like they hadn’t just had their first date yesterday. They were having such a good time that when they got up to their hotel room, Troy realized that he hadn’t thought this through after all. Yesterday she was the woman he was going to marry, end of story and he would have gone to bed with her in a heartbeat to seal the deal. But then he met her last night, really met her, met the her not at war, saw different things in her eyes, new things. She even
She turned back three times, checking to see if he was still watching her. Troy waved at her the first time. Not trusting himself not to do it again when she inevitably looked back a second time, he stuck his hands into his pockets. She did look again, like he knew she would. This earned her a naughty wink for her bravery. When she turned back for the last time, she was holding onto the wall, biting back a grin, about to enter the castle. He blew her a kiss, sending her into a fit of giggles. She didn’t even know why she was laughing. He laughed too, at how ridiculous they were being, two future monarchs putting off a trip to make eyes at each other. “Get a grip Aria,” she scolded herself, as she all but ran down the corridor, suddenly in a hurry to be done with her packing. Aaron advanced towards Troy, but Bart stonewalled him. “Gentlemen, if you’ll excuse me,” said Troy, taking off too.“You’re just going to let her go?!”“I don’t li
2019, December 8th Bart and Aria ran into each other during the morning sparring session. He gave her a warm smile and she returned it. She looked better than she had in the corridor yesterday. He was happy to see her in such good spirits. “Are we doing this or what?” “You and I both know I don’t have a chance against you on my own,” she grinned. “Excuses,” he said, charging at her, wrapping his arms around her waist and picking her up the way Ethan used to. “This doesn’t exactly seem like a fight to the death,” she laughed. “It’s been a minute. I wanted to check in on you,” he said, looking up at her, his eyes softening. “Do it with your eyes then and stop being so hands on,” Aaron snapped, walking up to them. “You two look like you’re screwing.” Anger was coming off of Aaron in waves. He’d been going crazy all night wondering what happened last night between Troy and Aria after they left the fountain, dripping wet and laughing like a bunch of fools. She’d never l
They’d never danced together before, but that night CC and Troy danced for hours, all but forgetting what they were supposed to be doing here until the announcement came. They shared a look. She was suddenly uncertain and in that moment, Caroline Condor was just a girl. Troy looked at the ring that had been brought to him, the one he meant to give her tonight. He went down onto one knee and pulled a box out of his coat pocket. She gasped when he opened the box. The ring he held, the one he was about to propose with, was his grandmother’s. Caroline wanted to bolt. She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t say yes, certainly not to that ring. “I met you over four months ago and it was the most terrifying night of my life. Not because your brother punched me, although that wasn’t very fun.” The crowd laughed. CC smiled too, her heart in her throat. “But because I laid eyes on you, heard you speak, held you in my arms and knew alm
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