2019, March 5th (Zoey and James on the road) Zoey's eyes opened to an ominous conversation. James was talking to someone on the phone in hushed tones. "I said I'm handling it. Tell Lady Cassandra that I will be back when I'm back," he said, abruptly ending the call. Zoey yawned. "What was that about?" "Give me your phone," James said, holding out his hand. "What? Why?" "Give me your phone or get out of my car." "Charming as ever," she said, handing him her phone. He pulled out a burner phone and, after fidgeting with the two for some time, promptly tossed her phone out of the window. "Hey! What the hell?!" "It's got GPS, can be tracked." "So you just tossed it out of the car?!" "There's a bar up ahead. We'll take a little break there." "That was my phone!" "Yeah, it was also a way for them to find us." Zoey pouted. "That phone was my only way of staying in touch with my mom and Bart. Plus, I hadn’t saved the wedding photos to the cloud yet!" James sighed. "Good! You
2019, March 5th Bart, Zoey, and James sat down at a table in the far back of the bar. The tension in the air was palpable. James was getting more and more enraged by the second. "I can imagine everything that's happened to you has made you reckless, maybe even desperate, but I never thought you'd actually do this," said Bart, trying not to sound like he was taking his hat off to James. After all, he hadn't changed anything. This would only delay the inevitable. "Were you followed?" James asked, staring out the window. "Probably. I'm guessing we have about 30 minutes." "He's saying I kidnapped her?" "It's brilliant, really, if you think about it. It throws suspicion off of the wedding and it gives the king legal grounds to strip you of land and title." "But that's not what happened. So what now? Should we have a press conference or something? Set the record straight?" Zoey asked, looking between the two men. Bart's eyes softened. This Zoey looked nothing like the one from yest
2018, December 5th As the duke and CC took to the floor, making perfect dance partners and even somehow looking like they were conspiring, it was as though the room had received permission to come alive again. "What are you doing?" CC asked. "Obliging a princess by dancing with her," her partner replied. "You shouldn't be here. Who knows how the king-" "I am here on official business on behalf of Copia." She shot a quick look down and back up his attire and said, "I see that." "Happy birthday," he said. "I got you something." "You did?! What?!" she asked excitedly. The duke smiled. "It's sort of too big to bring to you. I will give it to you tomorrow." "What's with the sash?" "Did you forget how to read rank, CC? I am the new duke of Copia. Really, you should be more hospitable to your guests." Meanwhile, off to the right of the room, where the king and queen's thrones rested, His and Her majesty were just getting ready to retire for the night, when they were forced to sit
2018, December 5th Flowing from the speakers in the room was Simple Plan's Save You. As he took slow steps towards her, waiting for her eyes to find him again, Bart mouthed the lyrics of the song. CC smiled her first genuine smile for that night and it felt so good and so perfectly cheesy that when he held a hand out to her, she took it without hesitation. He continued to sing along into her ear as he pulled her close and she relaxed into his arms. "This is super cheesy," CC said, swaying effortlessly to the music. Not trying to remember to be perfect by dancing the too perfect waltz. "You deserve a little cheesy," he said back to her, catching her off guard as he twirled and dipped her. She laughed out loud. Bart was taken aback. He'd never made a woman laugh like that. When the song ended, the crowd went wild as Katrina and the Waves' Walking on Sunshine came on. Hands went up, hips moved from side to side, and people let loose. Bart twirled and dipped her several times after t
2019, March 5th Her lungs were burning, but this only made her run faster. She wanted to stop as her eyes blurred with sweat, but this only made her legs move quicker. So when his hand came out of nowhere and yanked on the back of her sweatshirt, she was in two minds, partly pissed off, partly relieved. "I thought I told you, you go where I say you go until further notice." James bent over slightly as he caught his breath. "That's not exactly what you said. You said I go where you go. You said we'd be together until all of this was over and now you're just taking off on me!" She was yelling even through her breathlessness. "Then tell me what else am I supposed to do?! There are armed men chasing you! And there will continue to be until you go home!" "Then take me home! Take me back to Rosa!" "Zoey, if you just go back to the Arden mansion-" "I don't want to go back! I don't want to see him. I don't want to be treated like a woman in the dark ages." She was on her knees now,
2019, March 5th "But I can't marry you, not now, not in one month. All of this has made me realize that ever since I got here, I became just the woman on your arm. I need time. I need to figure things out." Tears started pouring down her cheeks faster than the water crashing down from the waterfall in the background as she dug into her purse and, with a shaky hand, brought out his engagement ring. She picked up his hand, opened up his fist, and dropped the ring into his hand. As she turned to walk away yet again, just like before he stopped her. Aaron grabbed her wrist. "What about after you've had your time?" he asked desperately. "Will you marry me then?" She laughed through her tears. "Play your cards right and you might get to ask again." He pulled her against his chest, cupping his hands around her face and kissing her passionately. This was unlike any kiss he'd ever given her before. It was deep and fierce and strong and sure. It was everything she'd always hoped he would
2018, December 5th James threw the doors to King Henry’s chambers open. “What is the meaning of this?!” King Henry raged. Two guards came rushing in after James, bowing low. “Apologies Your Majesty!” “What’s up, father?” James said, picking up a chocolate from a bowl on the desk. “Still have the sweet tooth, I see.” “Get him out of here!” The guards hesitated, exchanging glances. “Now, now, father. Play nice. I brought you a present and everything,” he said, pulling an envelope out of his jacket pocket and laying it down on the king's desk before dropping on the couch by the window. “This is still super comfy.” The king had murder in his eyes. The guards took this to mean that they were dismissed and scurried off. King Henry snatched up the envelope and took a look at the contents. As his eyes scanned the page, King Henry tumbled back into the chair in shock. “Marvellous, so you do remember. I trust we have an understanding then,” James said, popping the piece of choco
2018, December 17th Bart pulled his phone out of his pocket and called Aaron. “I have a favour to ask.” “Did you call the wrong person or something?” “It’s for CC.” “What do you need?” “Heard of JJ Jewels?” Aaron ended the call a minute later and turned the car around, shooting Zoey an apologetic look. “I just escaped from a fortress, not to mention outran Jesse and several bodyguards to be here, but no picnic, huh?” “Sorry. We have to head back into the city. CC needs a favour. It may not be a fancy picnic with fancy cheese and wine and a gorgeous view and hot chocolate by the fireplace in a cabin in the woods.” “There’s a but in here somewhere, right?” “But! There will be unhealthy goodness!” “Well then, to the unhealthy goodness.” Aaron adjusted his black, wide rimmed glasses for the umpteenth time. Zoey rolled her eyes. “This is where you expect to find dirt on JJ Jewels?” They were parked on the side of the street and right in front of them, a food market
(Sartis Est: Some time ago)It was over, at least in real time. In her head, it was still ongoing. She was still imagining the agony, the fear her brother and parents and thousands of her people had experienced when they were blown to bits. Even as she watched her country still alight, still burning while what was left of her people worked tirelessly to put it out, she was kneeling in the dirt and the ashes to receive the crown, her father’s crown. A crown that was never supposed to touch her red-haired head. She remembered her father’s strict words to her brother every time he showed that he was hurt or wanted to cry. “Tears are not for monarchs,” he’d say and Ethan, her brother, would immediately stop crying, like it was a switch he’d just flipped.She kept saying the words to herself like a mantra, softly so that only she could hear them. When the other side’s surrender came, she gave the order to annihilate them. What good was their surrender now? Her entire family was dead and s
(8 Months Later)Their loved ones had, at last, convinced James that it was time to take Zoey on their honeymoon. King Henry had managed to detain the newlyweds for far too long, both he and James recognizing that he had a lot to learn about the ins and outs of what exactly being a prince entailed. Since James wanted to be with his wife and involve her as much as possible in his life, his world, even if that meant that they spent a lot of their time together working, Zoey was always with him, picking up the tricks of the trade along the way. They even managed to make it look romantic somehow, stealing little moments wherever they could, disappearing when they could. So their marriage wasn’t exactly on the rocks, but they had earned some time to just be with each other, like they’d always wanted. They had been gone for two weeks when the news that the palace would be having a new guest reached them. “Your worry lines are showing, Jamie,” said Zoey, wrapping her arms around his neck
2019, March 31st & April 1stShe was like a woman on a mission, running her fingers all over his body, touching his face with her eyes closed, like she was mapping him out for future use. He just watched her, letting her words settle into his heart. Her touch comforted him, made him feel loved, like he had all her attention. Maybe he was just letting it all go to his head, but he didn't care. As far as he was concerned, they were forever now. They really were a bunch of besotted fools. She was absolutely out of her mind for him and he for her and nothing and no one was going to change that."I love you too, James Beaumont, Condor, whomever," she whispered, as she watched him fall asleep. She had seen the questions in his eyes, the concern. Maybe she had taken on more than she could handle. There was peace in his eyes too when he picked her up afterwards, though. That moment that he looked at her and seemed to believe, seemed to realize that she was never going anywhere again, she wou
2019, March 31st & April 1st(Eleganter Ludo) When Zoey and James got to the penthouse around 3 AM, they were exhausted. But the goodbyes had been so emotional that they ended up just staring at the wall. “Having second thoughts?” he asked.“Nope. Are you?” she asked back.“Nope.”“Are you lying?”“Yes.”“Me too.” In a bid to make him and herself feel better, Zoey got up, put some music on, went into the bedroom and put the emerald dress he’d so lovingly saved on. “Dance with me?” she said, holding onto the skirt of the dress. He smiled at her. She had no idea what this gesture meant to him. “I never thought I’d see that dress again,” he said, pulling her into his arms, just holding on tight for a moment. “Do you know why I took it off of you that night?” he asked, as he began to gently sway to the music, moving with her. “You don't have to tell me,” she answered gently, looking down.There was hurt in his eyes, just like the moment he had taken it off of her that night. He
2019, March 31st & April 1st(Caines - palace)By the time James and Zoey showed up in Caines, it was already midnight. Feeling like they were about to betray everyone, James and Zoey were squeezing each other’s hands tightly as they sat in front of King Henry and Cassandra. “So, you’ve decided then,” said King Henry. “We’re leaving tomorrow morning. I’m taking Zoey on our honeymoon,” James said, kissing her hand. “Where to?” Cassandra asked, her face a mixture of happiness and concern. “We don’t know yet. We’re just going to go,” Zoey answered. King Henry was furious, but he said nothing. Cassandra sighed. “Well, make sure to take lots of pictures and enjoy every moment and check in-”“Damn it, he’s only 19, James!” Henry exploded. “And your sister, she can’t take a crown, not after what happened with her mother. You know how she is; she’s absolutely set on that boy.” “Henry, they’ve made up their minds,” Cassandra said gently. Zoey and James exchanged looks. She did know,
2019, March 31st & April 1stJames had been driving Zoey around all day on his brand-new motorbike. He thought he would have to get her one too and then thought better of it. He liked the feel of her against his back as he drove it, her arms around his waist. They’d been all over Copia. He took her to markets and what he considered to be a better painting class than what she'd been taking. He took her to beautiful clearings and showed her breath-taking flower fields and secret coves he’d found while walking on the beach for hours. The bathing suit she had shown up in last time she wanted a beach day was of course forbidden, but then the wetsuit she had ended up in didn’t make men stop and stare any less. It drove him crazy. He showed her absolutely everything he could think of.Finally, as the sun was setting, he took her up to his favourite tower of Beaumont house and showed her his favourite spot in his city. The sunset, the view, the warmth and safety of his arms, all of it, made
2019, March 30th & 31st"Leave my son be, Henry. He's happy. For the first time in his life, he looks unburdened," she said, her voice becoming unsteady as she showed him the pictures Bart and Aaron had collected of the newlyweds. There wasn't a single one in which they didn't look happy, truly, beyond a shadow of a doubt happy, even as they fled from place to place. They looked something like she and Henry had in the beginning. Always touching in some way or another, stealing secret glances and kisses and sharing not so secret ones. Forgetting the world and making their own. "He'll call, he always calls. We have a rule about going off of the grid. We always call within 24 hours. He's probably just-" Cassandra's phone rang. Sure enough, it was James. “Hi honey,” she answered, working hard to steady her voice. “Ma? What’s wrong?” “Nothing. I just had something cold to drink, that’s all.” “Sure you did,” he answered suspiciously. But as James was calling his mother while watchin
2019, March 30th & 31st Zoey woke up to the sound of the shower running. She picked up his shirt off of the floor and pulled it over her shoulders. Most of the wedding night was still a blank to her, but one tiny piece of memory stuck with her and she wanted to see if it was still there. She knew he had had something similar made for her for the Duchess’ Welcome, but that one seemed new somehow. That night, Zoey had woken up midway through James struggling to get her wedding dress off, felt the zipper go down and watched him as he hung it up. She wished she remembered the way he did, or at least remembered a better memory, like the actual wedding. This one memory hurt too much to have. She opened the closet door and there it was, not quite as beautiful as the new modified version, but still as radiant as the night she’d worn it. “I guess you do remember some things after all,” he said, watching her touch the dress nostalgically. She didn’t freak out that he was fresh out of th
2019, March 29thIt was barely a whisper, barely a whimper, but he heard her. He heard her give him her heart, truly and completely. James took a firm hold of her hips and slammed into her, entering her hard and fast. She cried out his name in pain. Sorry that he'd hurt her by being greedy and selfish and impatient, he rolled them back over and pulled out of her slowly, thrusting back in just as carefully, much gentler this time. He hadn't meant to be so rough; he just couldn't quite contain himself. She said the words, and he had to have her, had to make her his, be hers.Zoey's face relaxed into contentment. She was happy that he'd finally taken her, made her his in every way. It didn't matter that he'd hurt her a little, because the rest was pure pleasure, because her heart had never felt so full.They stared at each other as they went at it, painfully slowly at first. But he lost the battle, went back to being impatient and overly eager, didn't want to miss a single chance to make