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The Non-Royal Romance, season two, part two

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- Thank you all for your support and I really do apologize for taking so long with this! You would think having all the time in the world because of Quarantine would make me write more… guess not lol. But in all seriousness, I have been going through serious writer’s block right now but I hope you guys like this part! I made it a little longer than usual for you guys ;) I can’t wait to continue this story further! love you all <3 -

warning- there may or may not be some smut at the end hehe ;)

Blinking away sleep from my eyes, I sit up, stopping when I see Drake, sitting in a chair beside me, watching me with a soft look in his eyes. I blush slightly, feeling insecure having just woke up, knowing I look like a hot mess. “Ah, good morning Princess,” Drake murmurs amusedly as I stretch my arms above my head before looking at him with a tired smile. “You know I’m Queen now, right?” I retort, my voice slightly hoarse, making him smirk. “Touché,” He comments with a slight nod. I chuckle and start to remember last night, how I asked him to stay when something hits me. “How long have you been awake?” I ask, curiosity getting the better of me. He couldn’t have stayed awake the whole night, right?

He seems surprised at the question and takes a moment to think. “About 36 hours, why?” He asks nonchalantly, turning his head to the side. I choke. “36 hours? How are you alive??” I demand incredulously, my eyes wide, half in shock, half impressed. Drake chuckles, looking down. “For a time when I serving the navy, I was trained to stay awake for 72 hours,” He explains, and I’m taken aback yet again. “How?” I ask, making him smile slightly, looking down. “It’s a sniper’s tactic traditionally, which helped them stay awake while watching or following a target for a long period of time,” He says, somewhat tentatively, “It works by creating a fantasy or imagining a scenario which includes the target, to keep them attentive and focused at the task at hand.” Drake concludes. I nod along, thinking for a moment.

I glance up at him, my stomach suddenly fluttering. “So you created a scenario about… me?” I ask softly, and his cheeks redden slightly. “Y-yeah,” He admits. A grin spreads over my face. “Drake…” I start slowly, “what’s the fantasy?” I ask, my eyes flicking up to meet his. He brings his hand to scratch behind his neck, and his eyes shifting to the side. “Well-“ Drake’s cut off by aggressive pounding on my door, making me flinch, my heart stopping.

Drake is instantly on his feet. My eyes widen as I recognize the voice shouting through the door. “Hey! Alana!! I know you’re in there! Open up!”. I laugh in shock, making Drake look at me, surprised. I clamber off my bed, rushing over to the door. “Alana you can’t just-“ Drake starts, coming after me, but I fling the door open to reveal someone who has been at university for the past four years, my sister. “Kai!” I exclaim, throwing my arms around her, making her giggle, hugging me back. “Alana! god, it’s been too long!” She gushes, squeezing me tightly. I pull away to take a good look at her. I feel emotional as she smiles at me, looking so grown up. “Wow, Kai, you look older than me! How is that possible?” I laugh, making her shrug playfully.

“It’s all the studying! I swear I’ve aged about thirty years just to get a damn Bachelor’s,” Kai chuckles, her eyes drifting over my shoulder. “Oh! Kai, this is my bodyguard, Drake,” I say, turning so she can see him. She nods at him, and he does the same back.

I grab Kai’s hand, dragging her inside. “Come in! We need to catch up.” I demand, marching her to my couch in the corner of the room. Drake walks to the door, motioning that he will be out in the hallway, and I nod with a smile.

“Gah! I’m so excited for you! I used to dream about this time when we were younger, thinking about you being Queen and engaged! It’s so exciting!” She exclaims, her face bright. I force the best smile I can. If only she knew how complicated all of this is. “Well it’s not all perfect,” I start, but she cuts me off. “Well of course. You still have that Assassination situation, and I’m sure the wedding planning is going to be crazy, but no matter what you need, I’ll be right here.” She implores, holding my hand.

A huge wave of gratitude washes over me and I smile with a sigh of relief. “Thank you Kai, I really appreciate it. It also helps that you are way more educated than I am,” I say with a chuckle, and she just grins. “I’ve always been the smarter one, I think you should learn to accept that,” She retorts cheekily, making me roll my eyes. “Whatever,” I chuckle.

The door opens after a gentle knock, Drake sticking his head in. “Hey, Maxwell’s here-“ and before he can finish his sentence, Max barges in, squealing with excitement when he sees Kai. Drake just rolls his eyes in annoyance, making me grin. I know he secretly loves it, although he will never admit that. “Little K!” Maxwell exclaims, running over. Kai gets up excitedly, wrapping him in a hug.

We all catch up for a moment before Maxwell turns to me. “Oh yeah! We have that barn-raising today, so you guys should probably get dressed.” Maxwell says, and I groan at my forgetfulness. “Oh, I came just in time then!” Kai says excitedly.

“Let’s go catch up somewhere else and let my dear sister change in peace,” Kai says, grabbing Max’s arm, and guiding him out. I wave after them with a chuckle as Max starts to fill her in on the past four years.

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Our car finally arrives at the small patch of farm where the building of the barn has already started. A crowd of nobles are helping construction workers lay down the foundation, clearly sweating on the warm summer day. The paparazzi are snapping photos here and there, while others wait in the shade for new nobles to arrive, ready to assault them with questions for their magazines and gossip columns.

Drake turns around in his seat, facing Kai and I. “Are you two ready?” He asks, and I nod. “Yeah, I guess so,” Kai mumbles, seeming nervous. It’s her first time being introduced to the press. Like me, she was hidden her whole childhood from Cordonia. It actually ended up helping her when she went to university in France, because no one knew who she was. Her intellectual success depended on her work, not her title. I’m not surprised she is nervous, not too long ago it was my first time being in front of the press at the derby. God, that feels like a century ago.

Drake opens my door, holding his hand out. For a moment I’m back to that day, and Drake is still here, holding his hand for me. If only things had changed. In the beginning, I had dreaded the inevitability having to be engaged and married to someone I didn’t love, but after meeting Drake and slowly falling in love with him, the thought of being with someone else became painful to even consider. If only I was on the engagement tour with him as my fiancé, not as my bodyguard. I take his hand and step down, making eye contact with his beautiful deep eyes for a moment, before I look away, feeling loss as soon as my eyes leave his. He helps Kai down, and the three of us start down the dirt path to the barn, the hot summer wind already wrapping itself around me like a thick blanket. The paparazzi spot us, and the vultures descend. In seconds they are crowded around us, shouting and snapping pictures, blinding us with their flash.

“Who is this woman with you?” “Alana! How are things with Liam?” “Have you found the Assassins yet?” “Who are you wearing?”

“Okay folks, back up!” Drake shouts, him and Kai’s bodyguard creating a barrier between us and pushing them away. “Come on! Just one comment!” One reporter begs, and Drake looks over at me. I nod reluctantly in approval. “The Queen will give a statement, so shut up and let her speak,” Drake says in a commanding voice and within seconds the paparazzi quiet down, eagerly holding out tape recorders towards us and positioning their cameras. I clear my throat nervously. “Thank you all for uh, coming out today, I appreciate it. This is my younger sister, Princess Kai, she just graduated from University and will be accompanying me during the engagement tour,” I begin, my palms already starting to sweat. I am hopeless at public speaking. “We, unfortunately, haven’t found anything on the assassination yet, but we are working tirelessly to find out who orchestrated that horrible event. And Liam and I are doing well. Thank you,” I finish the statement to my incredible relief, already cringing at my choppy, awkward speech. The paparazzi only respond with more questions and I’m about to leave when Kai stops me, her hand in my arm. “wait,” she whispers to me before turning to the paparazzi.

“Hello, I wanted to make sure to personally introduce myself to you all. As my amazing sister said, I just graduated from University and I am so pleased to finally be home in Cordonia. It breaks my heart to be home at such a scary time, where the people and nobles alike are scared for their lives. But I assure you, as my sister said, we will work tirelessly until we find who is responsible. In the meantime, all we can do is help unite Cordonia, and remind people of love, kindness, and hope in this troubling time. Because that is what Liam and Alana’s union stands for, the perseverance of our incredible country and the unity of our nation. Now, if you lovely people don’t mind, we have a barn to build.” Kai finishes effortlessly with a firm nod, before looping her arm through mine and leading me toward the barn.

I stumble after her in shock. I open and close my mouth wordlessly. “Wow. You are incredible at speaking- words-” I stutter, further proving my point of being helpless at speaking, making her laugh. “Yeah well I learned a lot about diplomacy and public speaking at school, but to be honest its a second nature at this point,” She says simply. We are quiet for a moment, the only sound being the crunch of our shoes on the dirt.

After a moment, I break the comfortable silence. “You reminded me of dad,” I say suddenly, making her stop, her eyes soft. “Really?” She asks, a hopeful smile on her face. I nod. “He was always incredible at speaking, you know that,, I always admired him for it,” I mumble, a sadness falling over me. He died when I was eight, Kai was only five, but she still misses him just as much. I was always a daddy’s girl which made life after his death so much harder with my distant mother who only got worse as the years went by.

“Hey, just because you aren’t the best at public speaking doesn’t mean you won’t be a great leader,” Kai reassures me, but I just snort. “Let’s hope so,” I say, making her laugh.

“Ah, You must be the famous little sister!” A voice says, and we look over to see Liam and Leo walking up to us. Kai nods with a polite laugh. “That’s me! You must be the fiancé!” She enthuses, and he nods with a grin. He kisses her hand respectfully, before turning to me. “Hey babe,” He says sweetly, planting a kiss on my cheek. “Hey,” I mumble, and instinctively my eyes immediately snap up to look at Drake, who is watching Liam closely, his eyes narrowed. I try to hide my smile as I look away and notice Leo approaching Kai.

“Hello gorgeous,” Leo says with a bow, kissing Kai’s outstretched knuckles. She squints her eyes at him for a moment, clearly looking him over with distaste. “I believe the term you were looking for is ‘Your Highness’,” Kai responds flatly, only making a smirk spread across Leo’s face. He nods. “Of course, Your Highness,” He says slyly, amusement in his eyes. Kai just rolls her eyes before turning to me.

“Ready to raise a barn?” She asks. I chuckle and nod. All four of us, the bodyguards following, head over to the construction site and start hammering, lifting support beams, and painting wood strips.

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Kai and I paint the newly applied wooden slats of the barn side by side. We chat as we do so, filling each other in on all the gossip of the past four years. “Max finally asked Allie out? I’m so happy for them!” Kai gushes, and I smile at the bittersweetness of the situation. It’s great to have Kai back again, but it’s sad because we have missed out on so much of each other’s lives.

“So, I saw what happened between you and Leo,” I whisper tentatively, glancing over my shoulder to look at Leo, who was helping Liam hammer the support beams. Kai groans with a roll of her eyes. “Ugh, do not get me started. I know all about his ‘bachelor lifestyle’ and how he treats women like disposable tissues. All the women at uni knew about him, and when I told them where I was from, all they could do was gush about him constantly. I don’t get it. He flirts with anything that has two breasts and a vagina,” She scoffs, shaking her head, painting with a new sense of anger. I snicker at my usually composed sister. “So you don’t like him then?” I ask cheekily, making her look over at me with a dead-pan expression. “No.” She says flatly, making me snicker more. At least we can agree on that.

A hand comes up suddenly, touching my shoulder gently. I jump, turning to see Liam. “Hey babe, I think it would be a good idea to be doing some things together, you know, for publicity?” He says, glancing over at the paparazzi hanging around, snapping pictures here and there but looking quite restless. “Oh, that’s a good idea! Yeah, you guys should do that!” Kai nods, and I reluctantly smile. “Yeah, let’s do it then,” I say with fake enthusiasm, before following him.

Liam and I start to do little things together like painting window panes, securing them to the walls, helping hoist materials to the roof, all the while, getting top-notch ‘candid’ pictures for the paps. Eventually, a good amount of the press leaves, clearly getting all the photos needed. “Well, that was fun,” Liam comments, and I nod. We stand in an awkward silence before I speak. “Yeah, I should probably get back to Kai, we have a lot to catch up on,” I say quickly, and Liam nods. I turn around, heading over to Kai before I look up and stop in my tracks.

My jaw drops as I spot Drake, shirtless, pulling on a rope to help maneuver a pretty big beam. My mouth feels dry as I observe the way the sun shines over him through the unfinished roof. Blinking dumbly, I watch his muscles shift in the midday sun, seemingly in slow motion, a sheen of sweat gleaming on his lean figure. “Damn. That’s your bodyguard?” Kai says beside me, snapping me out of my daze. I clear my throat, forcing myself to tear my eyes from his fit form. “Uh- yeah. He’s great.” I mumble, suddenly feeling really hot. “Hey, do you reckon you guys got some good shots with Liam?” Kai asks, and I nod. “Yeah- um, they should turn out great,” I say absentmindedly, grabbing a spare paintbrush and joining Kai at the wooden panels.“Are you alright?” Kai asks, looking at me with concern. I chuckle. “Yes! I’m just a bit hot after all this work! It doesn’t help that it feels like 900 degrees outside,” I laugh, making Kai nod in agreement.

“I have a solution for that problem m’ lady’s,” Maxwell says from behind us, slinging both of his arms over our shoulders. “And that is?” Kai asks with amusement, glancing over at Max’s enthusiastic face. “Well, there is a certain spa not so far from here. If you ask me, it’s the perfect thing after all this hard labor,” Max says with a pair of pleading puppy dog eyes. I snort. “Okay Max, we can go,” I smile, making Max let out a cheer, before going to inform Liam and Leo. “I missed you guys,” Kai says with a sweet smile. “Trust me K, we missed you too,” I grin, my heart happy. It’s nice to have family together like this again.

I sneak a peek back over my shoulder at Drake to see him shaking hands with one of the other construction workers, buttoning his shirt, his suit jacket resting on his shoulders.

In another world, I would be standing in front of him, finishing his buttons for him, straightening out his jacket, and planting a kiss on his lips to finish it off. Like an actual couple. I sigh, before going back to painting the barn.

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After a quick celebration for the now completed barn, Liam, Leo, Maxwell, Kai, and I head over to the spa, the sun starting to set and the world beginning to cool down, satisfied with the work we put in all afternoon. “Its actually way more satisfying than I thought, seeing our hard work being translated to an actual finished building!” Max enthuses. “And what ‘hard work’ did you do exactly? It almost seemed like every time I saw you, I think you were taking a ‘break’” Liam grins with feigned confusion. Maxwell mocks offense with a dramatic scoff and a delicate hand on his chest. “Dear Liam, never have I been so offended! You just happened to see me between my bursts of intense labor,” Max dismisses, making the rest of us laugh.

“I’m pretty sure the person who did the hardest labor was Mr. Walker,” Kai starts, turning to a now surprised Drake, who was following us with the other bodyguard. “You were helping pull a huge beam, most people would need two others to help with something that size,” Kai says, impressed. The rest of us turn to look at Drake for his answer. Clearly uncomfortable with all the eyes on him, he clears his throat. “Oh, well I know a couple of the construction workers and they needed an extra pair of um- hands, so I helped out,” He says, averting eye contact. I smile at his stubborn humbleness. It’s adorable.

“Well good job man, good to know the man working to protect my fiancé is a hard worker,” Liam says, clapping his shoulder. Drake just nods, his jaw clenching. As we continue our walk, I wonder if Liam is purposefully condescending towards Drake. It really seems like it.

Kai decides to join Max in his car to the spa, and Leo quickly follows. They encourage Liam and me to get some ’alone time’ by driving separately. Liam, Drake, and I reach my car, both men reaching to open the door for me at the same time, making them stop. They look at each other for a moment. “No need to worry about that Drake, I can open the door for my fiancé,” Liam says, an edge to his voice. Drake glances over at me. I just nod, so Drake backs away. “Of course,” Drake says unenthusiastically, allowing Liam to open my door. I get in, and Liam follows, closing the door. Drake gets in the front with the driver, and we follow Maxwell’s car to the spa.

Liam’s hand feels foreign as it rests on my knee protectively. “You look beautiful today Alana,” Liam says in my ear. I smile. “Thank you, you look handsome, as usual,” I respond. His hand drifts from my knee to find my left hand, his thumb running over the surface of my decadent ring. I watch as he does so, the familiar feeling of guilt creeping up my throat. “I can’t wait to marry you,” Liam mumbles softly. I glance over at him. He looks up at me with a smile. “M-me too,” I stutter, the guilt overpowering my heart manifesting into sadness. I hate doing this to him. Being engaged, making him think I love him when I fear that I never will. My eyes flick up to the rearview mirror to see Drake watching us. I quickly look away to the scenery outside the window, forcing myself to not let the tear that’s threatening to fall show how broken my heart is.

In about ten minutes of silence, we arrive at the spa to my relief. Liam quickly opens our car door, getting out first, before Drake can even go to open it. Liam seems proud of himself as he holds the door open to me, his hand held out like Drake’s usually is. Drake stands behind Liam, looking frustrated. I take Liam’s hand getting out of the car before brushing softly past Drake and meeting up with the rest of the group inside.

—

We unwind in a private room, equipped with a hot tub, a cold plunge, and lounge chairs. Some of us go off at different times to get massages and facials, before coming back so we can all enjoy the room together. At some point, Maxwell shows off his baby hippo tattoo that I encouraged him to get one night when we were pretty drunk. Kai nearly falls off the lounge chair with laughter. I even catch Drake shaking his head slightly, a grin pulling at the corners of his mouth.

“Good idea on coming here buddy,” Liam comments, making Max smile with cocky satisfaction. He leans back, folding his hands behind his head cooly and stretching out fully on the lounge chair. “Don’t worry about it, I just require that you continue to talk about how awesome and incredible this idea was for the rest of our lives, and how much you admire me,” Max shrugs confidently, making us roll our eyes.

“Yeah, you get to be thrown into the plunge for that,” Leo concludes, making Liam nod in agreement.

“W-wait what?” Max asks, sitting up, his eyes wide. Leo and Liam suddenly grab him, making him squeal as they head over to the cold plunge. They throw him into the freezing water after a dramatic count to three, his high pitched scream cutting out as he is submerged underwater. Kai and I laugh as Leo and Liam nod, looking pleased with themselves until Max grabs their ankles, dragging them into the water, their expressions changing pretty quickly. Kai and I laugh even harder, clutching at our stomachs as the men surface, their hair stuck to the forehead with sour expressions on their faces.

“That’s what you guys get for being jerks!” Kai shouts playfully. “Oh sorry, would you like to join us?” Leo asks, turning his head to the side. “I think she does,” Maxwell confirms, as they get out, heading over to us. Kai gasps, getting up quickly. “No! I hate the cold!” She exclaims with a grin, backing up. The boys suddenly start after her, making her shriek with laughter as she gets chased around the room. I grin, watching them. After they successfully get her in the plunge, Leo and Maxwell turn to me. “Unless you want to have the wrath of the Queen against you, I would suggest you back away,” I warn, making them glance at each other, before deciding its not worth it and backing away, starting a splashing war against Kai.

Liam gets out, heading over and sitting next to me. “How are you feeling?” I ask cheekily as he wraps himself in his towel. “Cold.” He says with a laugh, making me chuckle. “I can see that,” I say with amusement. “Hey, want to join me in the sauna? The hot steam sounds very appealing right now,” Liam chuckles. “Yeah, sure,” I say, getting up. We head down a hallway, the sauna just behind a marked door on the left.

Liam turns around, and he sighs. “Walker, it’s not necessary for you to follow us everywhere we go,” He says, making me turn to see Drake standing behind us, his eyes narrowed at Liam. “It is my job to protect her,” Drake says sternly, holding his ground. “Not for long. Last time I checked, that’s a husband’s job,” Liam snarls, inching towards Drake. “I’m sorry, last time I checked, you two are only engaged,” Drake responds, inching towards Liam as well, his fists balled. I widen my eyes, stepping between them. “First of all, I don’t need anyone to protect me okay? And I especially don’t need you two fighting over protecting me like I’m a child. Drake, thank you for your concern, but we will be okay. Liam, Drake is just trying to do his job, and I need you to respect that,” I lecture them. Drake nods, looking down. Liam backs up, looking embarrassed. “God,” I swear under my breath, shaking my head and walking into the sauna.

Liam and I sit on the wooden seats, enjoying the hot steam enveloping us. I lean back, closing my eyes. I feel my muscles finally relaxing, the stress and soreness from building the barn starting to dissipate.

I open my eyes to Drake kissing my neck, his stubble scratching over my sensitive skin, making me gasp slightly. “Shh, it’s alright, I’m going to make you feel good princess,” He whispers hoarsely in my ear, making me moan breathily, goosebumps rising all over my arms. His hands are running slowly up and down my bare back, his mouth moving down my body. I run my hands through his soft hair, tugging slightly, earning a throaty groan from him. I watch him as his mouth gets lower and lower-

“Alana! I think you fell asleep,” Liam says beside me, gently shaking my shoulder. I jump slightly, looking over to see Liam sitting next to me, watching me with a concerned look. I chuckle, bringing my hand to my forehead, feeling embarrassed. “Sorry! I had no idea I fell asleep,” I say sheepishly, my cheeks burning as I sit up straight. My face feels really hot, I just can’t tell if it’s from the steam or the dream. Liam chuckles. “You seemed like you were having an interesting dream,” He says, making me nod with a gulp. “Yeah, I uh, don’t remember it, you know how dreams can be,” I stutter. He just nods in agreement. “Hey, lets head out, I’m feeling a little light-headed,” I say quickly, getting up.

As we open the door, the cool refreshing air washes over us. Drake turns around to face us, making butterflies flutter in my stomach as we make eye contact. All I can think about is the dream, the way he was feeling me. “Yo Liam! come over here!” Leo shouts from the main room. Liam shoots me a smile before walking over the group. I stay behind, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, glancing over at Drake, suddenly feeling nervous around him.

He slightly furrows his brow. “Are you okay?” He questions, glancing over me. I gulp, with a nervous nod. “Y-yeah, I’m fine, I just fell asleep in there and feel a little light-headed,” I mutter, shifting on my feet. Drake watches me for a minute.

“You’re acting strange,” He states, making me scoff. “Me? I- am not acting strange,” I say, trying to sound casual. Drake leans in, his eyes roaming my face as I stare back at him, my heart pounding. “Did- Did you have a hot dream about me?” He asks a grin pulling at the corner of his mouth.

My mind goes blank on defenses, making Drake’s grin grow wider. “You did didn’t you?” He asks a look of astonishment on his face. My face gets even hotter, only being able to stutter in response.

Drake glances down the hallway, then back at me, before grabbing the back of my neck, pulling my lips to his. I gasp against him, kissing him back. He suddenly breaks off the kiss, making me sigh in defeat. not again. I glance back up at him, waiting for the usual excuses he tells like ‘this isn’t right’ or ‘you’re engaged’, but he doesn’t say anything, just stares down at me.

He grabs my hand and swiftly drags me into the bathroom on the other side of the hall, locking the door behind me. I blink up at him with wide eyes, waiting for him to say something. He just pushes me up against the closed door, kissing me again, rougher this time. Oh. I kiss him back hungrily, basking in this feeling with him, the way his large hands are tugging me closer against his frame, how his lips move in sync with mine. He breaks the kiss, his mouth right beside my ear, his warm breath fanning across my cheeks. “I hate seeing you with him,” He murmurs lowly, making me gulp at his deep voice, arousal shooting up my body. “mhmm, why is that?” I ask coyly. “because you’re mine,” Drake snarls with a protective squeeze, making goosebumps rise on my arms. I lean back so we are face to face. He stares at me for a moment, his pupils blown. “prove it,” I whisper slowly. His gaze becomes determined and he deftly moves his hands to roughly grab just below my ass, hoisting me up. My legs wrap around him instinctively, biting my lip at the feeling of his hands digging into my thighs and the cool wall against my back.

His lips find mine once again, quickly and with purpose. I start kissing him back, a sound of surprise erupting from the back of my throat as I feel one of his hands move to the inside of my thigh, making my stomach flip. “Is this okay?” He breathes slowly and I gulp before nodding rapidly, my heart suddenly hammering with anticipation. He smirks and his fingers reach my core, making me gasp, heat flickering up my abdomen. I feel a rush of adrenaline shooting through my veins as I realize what’s happening. I groan as his fingers move expertly between my legs, making my toes curl in pleasure, the knot in my stomach growing. I squeeze my thighs around his waist to garner more friction, moaning at the feeling of his touch. “you like that princess?” He growls, his voice deep. I nod with a soft moan as I throw my head back, making Drake take the opportunity to kiss the sensitive skin under my jaw, the various sensations overwhelming my senses. His fingers start to move in tantalizing circles around my clit, making me whimper in pleasure, grinding down on his hand. I can barely keep still, overcome with the intoxicating feeling of being with Drake.

The knot builds and builds until my chest is heaving as Drake continues to touch me, and in a second, the knot comes undone and I chew my lip to stop myself from crying out as I finish, seeing stars. Drake gently helps me on my feet as I try to catch my breath, my knees weak. “I- wow,” I pant, earning a slight chuckle from Drake. For some reason, I feel embarrassed, but when I look up to see the way he is looking at me, all of the apprehension vanishes.

He gently raises my chin, gazing softly down at me. “I cherish you, more than he ever can” He murmurs, making me fall for him even more, something I didn’t imagine was possible. I smile back up at him, looking into his sincere eyes.

“I only have eyes for you Walker, you know that”

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end of part 2 :)

I hope you guys liked It! I’m sorry if the smut is bad, I haven’t written in so long and I’m still not very good at writing it haha! sorry again for how long this took

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adilshykh2 · 4 years

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caffeinefreedietbepis · 7 years

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a bucket sits on the ground. it appears to be empty, but if you look closely you can see a small film of water on the very bottom. i raise my eyedropper and squeeze a minuscule amount into the shallow puddle.

when i return again with more, the puddle has evaporated but more frustratingly, the bucket is bigger.

that’s what tnrr feels like.

#exercise in futility #tnr

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larryssunflower · 4 years

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The Non-Royal Romance, season two, part one

last part of season 1 teaser trailer masterlist

(really bad) summary: TRR AU where MC (Alana Rhys) is the now queen of Cordonia, and Liam was part of the suitors in line to marry her. Drake Walker is Alana’s personal bodyguard, and as the season goes on, their feelings for each other only get stronger. After an assassination attempt during the coronation ball, Alana’s mother announces without her consent that she will marry Liam, to both Drake and Alana’s dismay. This season is dedicated to Alana’s and Liams engagement tour, and what will happen as it goes on

pairing: Drake Walker x MC x Liam (kinda)

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*six months after the coronation ball*

These past few months have been difficult, I’m not going to lie. I’ve spent the majority of my time living in the Beaumont manor, recovering my shoulder and having well deserved space from my mother. Luckily the interactions I have had with Liam have been brief, I can’t bring myself to act like I’m in love with him because he thinks I actually chose him and I don’t have the balls to tell him he wasn’t my choice. No one knows that it was my mother’s decision and I’m in love with my former bodyguard. The perfect Queen huh?

I haven’t seen Drake since the incident. It was so perfect for that short span of time where he loved me back and we were finally together. But that changed... thanks to my mother. My memory is still hazy due to the pain medication and all I remember is the incident on tv, falling asleep at one point with Drake by my side, and waking up and he was gone. My mom said he just up and left.

I don’t blame him if I’m being honest. Who would want to be with this train wreck? I sigh, running my hands through my dirty hair. I know it’s pathetic, but I haven’t really been taking care of myself recently. I started getting night terrors, every time I’m in that ballroom, my friends and family being slaughtered around me, time and time again and I can’t do anything to help them. Maxwell always wakes me up with a hug, holding me as I sob in his arms.

We still haven’t found who orchestrated the assassination attempt. It’s not easy when your country is relatively peaceful with very few enemies.

I trace my fingers over my scar on my shoulder. My doctor said it could take up to a year to function normally again. Thank god it’s not fatal, but the psychological toll hasn’t been easy. I can’t help this horrible feeling of guilt every time I think about the ball. They were there to kill me, and harmed my friends to get there. Who knows what else they will do to get to me or my friends the second time?

I let out a breath shakily, looking out the window. Theres no point thinking like that. That’s all I have been doing, stressing over things I can’t control.

All I know is that the engagement tour is starting tonight, and I have to speak to people again. I have to spend time with Liam, try to pretend to be in love, try to pretend that I’m not falling apart. I have to do this without Drake by my side. A horrible feeling pangs in my stomach anytime I think about him. I lost the one person I have ever felt this way about and maybe its a good thing. It wasn’t fair to him, our whole relationship- if you could call it that.

I eventually drag myself into a well-needed shower, letting the hot water melt away the tension in my back. I don’t have a choice anymore, all I can do is try to do my best tonight. That’s all I can do.

—-

I wake up, and immediately look to my left. Drake isn’t there. I frown, sitting up in my uncomfortable hospital bed, ignoring the pain in my shoulder and looking around. “Drake?” I ask, hoping he’s just in the other room. The door opens and my mom walks in, looking somber. A wave of anger flows over my body as I remember what she did. “Where is he.” I demand, my chest tight. She looks at me for a moment, not saying anything. “Where. is. he.” I demand harshly, making her sigh as I stare at her, my heart pounding.

“I didn’t want to tell you this way, but he’s gone.” My mother says much too simply, her everlasting sense of disapproval emulating from her gaze. Tears spring to my eyes as I digest what she said. “G-Gone?” I ask, swallowing thickly. My mother nods, walking over and sitting delicately on my bed. “Once you had fallen asleep, He left the room. I tried to ask him where he was going but he just said ‘I can’t do it anymore’ and walked away without a second glance.” She explains, making my heart break. Tears pool and spill onto my cheeks. I look down at my blurry hands which have began shaking.

“I’m so sorry honey,” My mother says, trying to hold my hand. I yank it away from her, fuming. “Don’t touch me.” I grit through my teeth, my conflicting feelings of anger, abandonment, loss, and love waging a war inside of me. “I can’t believe you! how could you do this to my life? Leave! please,” I beg, my voice shaking embarrassingly. My mother closes her mouth, pressing her lips together. “So be it.” She says, monotone. She gets up, and walks out the door.

I fall back against my pillow, tears pouring out of my eyes.

He’s gone.

—-

I brush my now soft, clean hair, and watch as it falls gently on my shoulders. My baby pink dress is form fitting, the straps thick enough to hide the scar on my shoulder. Out of sight, out of mind, right?

Not sure if that’s really true, because I haven’t seen Drake in six months but... he is not out of my mind. It hurts more knowing that he probably doesn’t even care about me, especially since he walked out when it got rough and has probably moved on when all i do is think about him.

I watch my door open in the reflection of my mirror, my mother walking in. “You clean up well hon,” My mother says, her hopeful smile on that face. She has been trying really hard to make it up to me. “Thanks,” I say quietly, looking down at my clasped hands, my heavy, expensive ring on my left hand. The ornate gold ring pairs with a large crystal clear diamond, surrounded by smaller diamonds in a teardrop shape. Its beautiful, but feels foreign. Liam brought it to me in the hospital a couple weeks after Drake left. My mother was watching carefully as I smiled and accepted the ring, giving Liam a kiss in thanks. The next day, a picture of me in my hospital bed and Liam presenting his ring to me was all over the gossip news and magazines. My mother pretended to be outraged but I knew she set it up. She’s a smart diplomat, I’ll give her that. She always knows what she’s doing.

“Tonight’s the big night! Your first event as Queen!” My mother says enthusiastically, and I nod absentmindedly, fiddling with the ring. I haven’t worn it since the day in the hospital, and it’s just been sitting on my bedside table, collecting dust and eating away at my stomach. My mother sighs. “Why can’t you be happy? Will you ever forgive me?” She asks, and I look up at her in the mirror, my expression unchanged. “I’ve told you many times how you could earn my forgiveness and respect back.” I say, referencing a past conversation we had, keeping my voice flat and even. My mother purses her lips. “Well then. I’ll see you tonight at the party. Stay presentable,” My mother orders, before swiftly turning away, stalking out the door. I scoff, shaking my head.

—-

(Drake’s p.o.v)

I clench my jaw, punching the bag in front of me repeatedly. All my anger, regret, and frustration pouring out as I beat the punching bag, making it shake violently back and forth, it’s chain groaning.

I eventually stop, breathing heavily. I sigh, wiping the sheen of sweat off my forehead. All I can think about is her. As pathetic as that is. “You okay man?” the gym manager, Greg, asks. I nod, without looking up. “Yeah thanks, I’m fine,” I breathe, sitting down on the bench behind me, looking down as I unwrap my knuckles.

For a brief moment I’m back in that room, watching as she treats my fresh wounds, the light from the windows softly framing her beautiful face, whiskey flowing through my veins because that was the only way I could attempt to calm my nerves, being so close to her. I sigh, trying to push her from my mind.

She doesn’t want you anymore.

“Hey uh, someone’s here to see you,” Greg says, his tone shifted. I look up in confusion and see Alana’s mother standing behind him, clearly uncomfortable in the dingy gym. I stand up quickly, suddenly feeing self conscious about my sweaty gym clothes.

Greg senses the tension and tentatively walks away, giving us a strange look. I guess it’s not every day that one of his patrons is visited by the recently former Queen. I look back at Regina, anger building back up within me. “How can I help you, Your Majesty?” I ask turning my head to the side, my nose flaring angrily. She blinks. “I deserve that,” she admits, looking down at the dingy floor. “I came here with a proposition for you,” She says, looking back up at me, making me furrow my brow in confusion.

—-

(Alana’s p.o.v)

“You got this Al, I know you do.” Maxwell reassures me, his eyes kind. I smile, “Thanks Max,” I say, taking a deep breath. “I know you’ve had a tough couple months, but you may as well try to have a good time tonight,” Maxwell says, and I nod. We start to walk out of my room and down the hall, Maxwell’s arm slung around my shoulders. “We can get drunk just like old times,” Maxwell laughs in my ear, making me laugh. “Oh those were the days,” I sigh contently, my good friend making me smile.

We laugh as we make our way to the main entryway, separating as we walk down the stairs. I look up at the sound of the front doors opening and stop in my tracks. In walks in my mother and...Drake?

A wall of emotion hits me so hard, I feel as though I could fall over. The man I love, the man I swear to at night, the man who broke my heart, standing just a few feet away from me, in a frustratingly handsome navy suit, avoiding my eye contact.

“I got your bodyguard back, now, let’s leave before we are late to your engagement party,” My mother says, a satisfied smile on her face. I snap back to reality, nodding wordlessly. I walk down the stairs, not being able to look Drake in the eyes. As I pass him through the doorway, I feel his hand on my lower back, guiding me through. Chills spread over my arms and I keep walking, my face burning in embarrassment. I feel like a spoiled child whose parent forced some child to be my friend. I can’t believe she remembered.

Five months ago my mother asked how she could earn my forgiveness, and I simply said ‘bring him back’.

I step into the back of our black SUV, Maxwell following behind me. My mother gets into her own car with her bodyguard, and Drake sits up front with the driver. I can feel Max’s gaze on mine, but I don’t look at him, my stomach fluttering unpleasantly. I’m not eager to see the expression of my good friend’s face. I’m torn between being overjoyed that the man I love is so close to me again, and angry because that same man broke my heart six months ago. How can he just sit there, no emotion, after what he did? How much is my mother paying him? I cringe, looking out the window, waiting until we arrive.

—-

Our cars pull up onto the gravel drive, the Amaranth Manor glittering in the warm night. Home to one of the Cordonia most notable noble family, their daughter being Madeline. I only met on her on a couple of occasions- she’s... not my taste.

The cars roll to a stop just in front of the large doors, my nerves fluttering. I haven’t been in public like this in so long. My car door opens, and for the fist time in six months, I make direct eye contact with Drake. Just like that, all my reservations and cautiousness is out the window, replaced with the familiar feeling of overwhelming love and longing for Drake. A feeling I’ve tried to ignore for these past months that I just can’t hold it back anymore.

I get lost in those warm, brown, beautiful eyes, butterflies erupting in my stomach. I force myself to look away, gulping nervously. I take a deep breath, take his hand, and step down off the SUV. The manor is lit up with warm lights, music playing loudly through the french doors which are open wide for the warm summer air. I look over and see two men waiting for me one of whom is Liam, the other, I don’t recognize. Liam grins, walking over and enveloping me in an embrace. I smile, hugging him back. He kisses my cheek as he pulls away, his eyes twinkling in the moonlight. “So nice to see you again babe,” He says, and I grin. “Yes it is,” I smile. Liam turns, gesturing for the other man to walk over.

“This is my brother, Leo. He’s joining us on our tour,” Liam explains. “Ah, so nice to meet you!” I exclaim, holding out my hand. Leo takes it, placing a kiss on my knuckles. “It’s my pleasure Your Majesty,” Leo says in a smooth voice. I smile politely, and we head over to the entrance. I glance over my shoulder, spotting Maxwell throwing his arm over Liam, talking pleasantly with his friend, and Drake, following behind.

We enter the main ballroom, where many of the suitors form last season are, now with women of nobility. I feel slightly intimidated as we walk in, and they go nearly quiet. We are announced and the voices start up again, louder this time. Liam and I start getting bombarded by nobles, ready to congratulate us on our engagement. We maneuver through the party, my jeweled hand resting on Liam’s arm, in clear view. Drake trails behind us, but I try not to think or look at him, not sure how I will react. I get many compliments on my ring from noble women, many of whom will be my bridesmaids, even though I barely know any of them.

Hours into the party and a couple noble women stand out, like the extremely nice woman Hana Lee, the bubbly Penelope Ebrim, the cultured french woman Kiara Theron, and of course, Madeline. “Step-Cousin! So nice to see you,” Madeline says in a hard-to-tell but definitely fake smile. “Lovely to see you as well! Thank you for hosting,” I smile back. She studies me for a moment, before turning to Liam. “Liam. It’s been a while, you look well,” Madeline says, a slight blush forming on her cheeks. “You too Madeline,” Liam grins. She looks at him for a moment, before turning to me.

“Looking forward to the wedding? I bet it will be just lovely,” Madeline says, an edge to her voice. What is her problem? “Yeah definitely! Um- would you two excuse me for a moment? I think I just need some fresh air,” I say, and they both nod. “Are you okay?” Liam asks quietly, his hand on my forearm. I nod with a smile, gently releasing myself from his grip. “Yes! I’ll be right back,” I say cheerfully, kissing his cheek quickly, before turning and making my way through the ballroom and out one of the open doors, into the secluded garden. I walk for a bit in the quiet, until I’m far enough to be out of sight from the party, and sit down on a stone bench outside. I sigh, a feeling of relief washing over me, happy to finally be alone again.

I honestly forgot the stress of being a noble - and now I’m Queen. god, what have I gotten myself into?

I suddenly hear a branch break, and whip my head to see Drake, standing just a bit away from me. I sigh. “Why did you follow me?” I ask, feeling an overwhelming sense of exhaustion from the situation. He sighs. “I’m just trying to do my job.” Drake says, shifting uncomfortably. I nod slightly, looking down.

After a moment, Drake talks again, “I don’t know why you wanted me back as your bodyguard, you seemed like you were done with us.” He says quietly. I scoff, standing up indignantly, facing him. “Excuse me? I was the one who was done? Last time I checked, you were the one who walked out,” I say angrily, glad I walked far enough from the crowded party to have privacy.

Drake looks at me, clear confusion in his face. “You didn’t want me with you. Your mother made me leave when- when it happened. After you fell asleep she told me that you were done with us, that you couldn’t take it anymore. You forced me out of your life, I didn’t walk out.” Drake explains, his annoyingly calm voice just making me more confused.

“But my mom told me...” I stop, my heart pounding. I look up at Drake, who is staring back at me, his eyes wide. It starts to click. Why did I just trust what my mom said after what she did? His Adam’s apple bobs up and back down. “You didn’t want me to leave did you?” He asks quietly. I shake my head. “You didn’t give up on me?” I ask, gulping. He nears me. “No. never. You have no idea how much I fought. I was at the hospital every day, trying to find a way to see you, to change your mind. Eventually they threatened me with arrest. The next day, you were moved to another hospital. I kept trying, I didn’t stop, as much as I probably should have. You have no idea how many stupid gossip magazines I bought just to get any information about you, to see if you were okay,” Drake says with a chuckle, making me snort at the picture of Drake buying gossip magazines, my stomach fluttering with happiness. He didn’t give up on us.

We look at each other for a moment, just staring. “I missed you,” I say softly, my voice cracking. Something breaks within Drake and he pulls me towards him, embracing me tightly. I sigh, melting into his familiar arms, clinging onto his shoulders. He buries his face into my neck, making me sigh with content. Something I haven’t felt for months. I curl my fingers in his hair, pulling gently. After a moment, he pulls away from the embrace, his eyes scanning my face.

In a second, our lips are connected. It’s hesitant at first, still unsure, our mutual feelings of hurt still lingering between us. I let out a small moan, the feeling of his lips on mine intoxicating after months of feeling nothing. I clearly did something right, because Drake groans, pulling me closer than imagined, his hands roaming up and down my sides. All these months of to re-living our kisses in the middle of the night could not have prepared me for how I feel in this moment. My heart soaring, my nerves on fire, wanting- no begging- for more contact.

Once my lungs are burning for air, we break apart, breathing heavily. “God, I missed you too,” Drake says, his voice an octave lower than usual, making my heart swoop into my stomach. God, how does he have such an impact on me? Just his deep voice makes me want to jump his bones. I gulp, looking up at him. “What now?” I ask, and he looks down. “Honestly? I’m not sure,” He says quietly.

I bring my hand up, caressing his cheek, making him look up at me. He blinks, looking deeply into my eyes. “All I know is that I can’t lose you again. I’m not sure how I’m going to deal with this engagement situation, but I will never give up on us.” I say with every fiber in my being, hoping he understands my sincerity. He nods, a strange look in his eyes. Before I can question him, my phone goes off. I look down to see a text from Liam, asking me where I am.

I sigh, a feeling of guilt creeping up on me. Just because I don’t want to be with Liam doesn’t mean I want to hurt him. “What is it?” Drake asks, and I sigh. “I have to get back in there, as much as I wish I could stay out here with you,” I say, longing to stay forever with Drake, never having to leave his side again. His face falls slightly, before he smiles. “Hey, at least we figured this out. It was hard thinking that you didn’t want me for six months,” Drake says, making me smile. “Yeah, I’m glad we figured this out,” I say, and He looks at me for a moment, before swooping in, giving me a sweet kiss. I happily kiss back, before we both pull away.

“Time to go back in I guess,” I say, and He nods. We walk through the garden, back into the crowded party, my stomach still fluttering with butterflies after that kiss. Drake stays a good distance behind me, which is probably smart because if I could, I would never stop trying to touch or kiss him, which would be a bit concerning for the nobles, as they are at the engagement party for me and a different man. Leo, Liam’s brother pulls me aside gently. “Oh hi Leo,” I say, and he looks at me for a moment. “Did you enjoy your breath of fresh air?” He asks, making my stomach drop. He didn’t see did he? “Yeah, sometimes parties like this are suffocating and I just need a break,” I say, keeping my voice level.

Leo studies me for a mother moment, a sly smirk creeping onto his face. “hmm, I like you,” He says in a thoughtful way as I smile back, my heart pounding. Did he see me and Drake? “Thank you, I’m glad my future brother in law approves,” I say with a slightly nervous chuckle. I can’t figure Leo out, is he threatening me?

“Hey what’s up babe?” Liam asks, coming over to us, sliding a hand around my waist. I glance over to see Drake staring daggers at Liam’s hand. Funny how things never change. It makes me blush knowing Drake is protective over me. “Oh, nothing, just talking to your lovely brother,” I smile, clearly making Liam happy. “I’m glad! You two are very important to me,” He says, and we start a perfectly pleasant conversation.

The night moves on, we dance for a while, eat some appetizers, drink some champagne and before I know it, the party is over. I say goodbye to Liam, making my way to my assigned room away from him, which may have been orchestrated by my step-cousin, little does she know that’s my ideal scenario. Honestly she can try to steal Liam away, I’m not going to stop her.

Drake and I stop outside my door. “I guess I should try to get some sleep,” I say, and he nods. My tongue darts out to wet my lips nervously. “Do you want to come in?” I ask, my stomach bubbling with nerves. Drake looks down at me, a heat in his eyes. “I really shouldn’t Alana,” He says, and I nod. I bite my lip, thinking about how out-of-hand we could get. Probably not the best idea. “Okay then, goodnight,” I say, giving him a quick hug. He hugs back, kissing my cheek lightly, making my face heat up. He makes me feel like a schoolgirl, blushing over my crush kissing my cheek. So stupid. “Goodnight Your Highness,” he whispers, making me take in a sharp breath. He is really making this hard for me.

He releases me from the hug, leaning back, a satisfied grin on his face. I huff. “G-Goodnight,” I say, turning and going into my room, the stupid blush never leaving my face.

I change out of my dress and into pajamas and flop onto my bed, thinking about earlier. I‘m so frustrated that I actually believed my manipulative mother for so long. I feel like I betrayed him by believing her, but he believed her too I guess. I stare at the pale blue ceiling above me, thinking about the kiss. God, the way he pulled me closer. He has to know what he does to me. It’s honestly unfair at this point.

I naw at my bottom lip, butterflies fluttering inside me. I glance over to the door and see the edge of his shadow outside my door. My heart warms at the thought of being so close to him again. Before long, I drift off to sleep.

—-

I glance around, watching as everyone dances. The warm lights glow pleasantly, the music muffled, but nice. I smile as I see Max and Allie together, laughing. A feeling of warmth radiates through my body. I glance over and see Drake, smiling over at me. A strange feeling of familiarity falls over me slowly. Wait... This is the coronation ball, oh no.Suddenly, the warm lights go out. The ball is dark and suddenly a horrible cold feeling washes over me. I know what’s coming. No! I have to warn them! I try to scream, try to warn everyone to get down, but nothing will come out. I look down and see myself chained to a post, and feel the duck tape on my mouth.

The lights turn on again, and the assassins don’t hesitate opening fire on everyone. I scream as their bodies fall over, fighting with everything in me to be free, to help them. One near me turns, and aims and Drake. “No!” I try to say, nothing coming out. Drake just looks over at me in fear and then the assassin shoots him, making him collapse. I scream, thrashing against the binds, and suddenly, I’m in my room, and Drake is by my side, holding onto my shoulders, clearly concerned. I let out the largest sigh of relief, throwing my arms around him tightly. Tears fall out of my eyes and my shoulders shake as I sob in his arms. He holds me tightly, His body warmth calming me down. He just keeps whispering softly “it’s okay, you’ll be alright,” as I cry.

As soon as I start to calm down, I let go of my death grip on him, leaning back. “Are you alright?” He asks, deeply concerned. I sigh, calming my nerves. “Y-yes, I am now. Sorry since the ball I’ve had these horrible dreams...” I trail off, stopping before I cry again. He reaches out, brushing my hair from my face. “It’s okay, you don’t need to apologize to me, I know nightmares better than anyone,” He says, and I nod, remembering that night when I found him in his bed, screaming in his sleep. “I had no idea you had them now,” He says sadly, looking into my eyes. “Yeah, um- if I’m being honest, I’ve been a hot mess since the ball and then my ‘surprise engagement’,” I say bitterly, fumbling with my hands in my lap.

Drake rests his hand on mine, making me stop, looking up at him. “That makes two of us,” He says gently. My heart breaks thinking about Drake being just as heart-broken as me. “At least we’re in this together, right?” I say, and he nods, a small smile on his face. “Always.”

He stays by my side until I fall asleep.

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The Non-Royal Romance season two trailer!

Hey guys! So I did something... I kind of decided out of nowhere that I really wanted to make a fic trailer for season two so I did! Some of it is kind of silly and I feel like it drags on a bit but I worked really hard on it and it was difficult to get it from my software to Tumblr so I’m not going to risk it 😂 I’ve watched it about seventy times while editing it and when I went over it and at this point I can barely tell if it’s good or not 😂 I just hope you guys find it entertaining because it was actually a lot harder than I thought! Love you all and hope you’re well!

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The Non-Royal Romance part seven

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The emerald green mountains come into view as I watch the world outside my SUV. Our 6 hour trip to the applewood manor is finally over. The car is dead quiet, as Maxwell took his ride with his brother, and it's only the driver, Drake, and I. Drake hasn't spoken to me since what happened, and I’m too nervous to try to talk to him, as I don't want to push it. I glance over at his distinct profile, staring forward, a distance look on his face. My stomach swoops. How can he be so hot? I bite my lip as my eyes scan over his sharp features...damn. His dark eyes fly to the review mirror, catching me. I widen my eyes and look away quickly. I stare out the window for a couple minutes, my heartbeat quick. I knaw on my thumb lightly in nervousness, and in pure reflex, glance back, to see Drake still staring at me, a strange look on his face. I jump and clench my jaw at myself, covering my face with my hand and looking outside the window. Stupid.

While looking out the window, I notice Drake in the side mirror, looking down, trying to suppress his smirk. My stomach flutters and I smile slightly. Interesting. Our black SUV finally pulls into the large manor adorned with apple trees, along with many other cars and vans. I look around curiously. Before I can ask whats going on, Drake gets out and opens my door for me. I smile and step down, grasping onto his shoulder for support for a millisecond. I force myself to let go of him and walk forward, the chill mountain air flushing my cheeks. I stand there for a bit, admiring the countryside and mountains and as I turn around, I see Drake talking with a familiar security detail. I can’t see the other guys face but Drake looks troubled. Drake nods to the man, glancing back at me, his expression deep in thought. He snaps back to the man and nods, running his hands through his hair. The man says something again making Drake clench his jaw slightly, before walking away, not a glance back.

My heart drops and I walk over to the man. “Excuse me, um where is Mr. Walker going?” I ask, my heart pounding. The man smiles. “His duties have been relieved, your highness. I am Silverman, I worked with you for about one night, then my wife went into labor, but I’m back now,” he says with a friendly smile. I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck. Tears spring to my eyes which I blink away quickly, putting on a fake smile. “Oh that’s lovely, it’s great to have you. How is your son or daughter?” I ask, trying to hide my quivering voice. He grins with that new parent glow and starts going off about his son and his wife. I smile politely, even though it feels like I’m dying inside. I look around, hoping to spot Drake, but to no avail.

“Excuse me, Silverman, would you mind if I went into my room? I feel a bit carsick,” I say, and he nods quickly. “Of course, your bags are on their way, so we can head over now,” Silverman explains and I nod, heading into the decadent manor. We go through the maze of vaulted hallways but about halfway there, Silverman stops. He frowns, listening into his earpiece. “Sorry what? I’ll try to be there-“ he starts but I cut him off. “Please go, Silverman, I will be fine, it’s just that door there and I’ve been here a million times. Don’t worry about me,” I say and Silverman gives me a thumbs up and rushes downstairs.

As soon as he is out of sight, I walk over to the wall of the hallway and lean up against it for support. I sigh and try to force myself to not cry. Is this the end of seeing Drake every day? At all? I don’t know if I can’t handle that. I already feel like a piece of my life is missing. A single tear falls from my eye, and I wipe it away quickly, taking a shaky breath. Grow up. He’s just my bodyguard. My former-bodyguard. I stand up straight and force myself to go into my room.

—-

After laying down for a bit and taking a short nap, I feel a lot better. I try to reassure myself that they will keep Drake around even if he isn’t my bodyguard. I will hopefully still see him. I just need to figure out what I will do when the coronation ball comes. I stretch my arms above my head, cringing at my sore body. Long car drives suck. Maybe a trip down to the sauna would do my sore muscles some good.

Luckily, Silverman isn’t back yet, so I can sneak down to the gym/sauna without supervision. I dodge a couple security details on my way, really wanting some peace and quiet. The gym is practically empty, which is nice. While walking through to get to the sauna, I stop in my tracks. Jesus Christ.

Drake is shirtless, doing pull-ups on a bar, his ripped torso drenched in sweat. I watch for a moment, in shock at what is happening right now. I notice how his muscles flex and unflex as they pull up and down. This man is making me so damn thirsty. How is a girl supposed to survive? He drops down, panting. He turns and sits down, drinking from his bottle and freezes in place when he sees me. My mouth opens and closes like a fish. He raises his eyebrows at me in confusion. “What are you doing here?” He asks, his voice rough and out of breath.

I clear my throat, trying to ignore how his voice could sound like that after a different activity, hoping my blush isn’t too noticeable. “I um- was gonna- go in t-the sauna,” I manage to choke out, earning a chuckle from him. “Hey um- it sucks about Silverman coming back,” I say quietly. Drake's face turns solemn and he nods, looking down. “Yeah, it’s how it works though. I won’t miss your crazy ass that’s for sure,” he says, making me scoff in surprise. “I- that’s not fair!” I object, laughing. Drake laughs too, and I admire that for a second. It’s nice to be able to talk to him like friends.

“Well, what’s gonna happen now? Where do you go?” I ask, and Drake clears his throat. “I will still be part of the security detail, so I will be traveling with you, but not by your side 24/7,” Drake explains. Before I can even filter my thought I mumble out a “shame,” quietly, but loud enough for Drake to hear. He stares at me for a minute, his eyes intense. “I- should get going... ya know, can’t keep that sauna waiting... I guess,” I say pathetically, moving towards the wooden door. Drake just nods, and I rush into the room. I slam the door behind me, leaning up against it, cringing at my lack of conversational skills. I can't help the grin forming on my face.

So he will stay.

-- the next day, the foxhunt!--

The next day is busy, the rush of the preparations for the foxhunt reaching full capacity. Silverman escorts me down to the stables to collect my horse, Mac. I haven't been able to ride him since the season started, so once I get into the stable, I run over to him excitedly. He looks up in surprise, so I slow down to not spook him and let him smell my hand. Once the recognition settles in, Mac snorts excitedly, rubbing his face against me, making me laugh. “It’s good to see you too buddy,” I giggle, petting his chestnut snout. Silverman stands far from me, near the entrance of the barn quietly, looking around. It reminds me of when Drake first became my bodyguard. He was so guarded and closed up. He still is, but I got to know him better and better, and now it might be over.

I just want to be near him, close to him all the time. I want to kiss him. I want to be able to call him mine. I feel like we have that destiny, like its bound to happen, but I can't help the realistic side of me that knows for a fact my mother would never allow that and I have no idea if he feels the same. I hear a commotion near the barn door, and see Maxwell arguing with Silverman. “Hey, sorry man! No suitors are allowed to bother your highness without her permission,” Says Silverman, and Maxwell scoffs. “Hey Silverman, it's okay, he's just a friend, com over you idiot,” I say, making Maxwell walk past my bodyguard, an ‘I told you so’ look on his face.

“Hey what happened to that Drake guy?” Maxwell asks as he reaches me. I sigh. “He got replaced by Silverman because technically he was filling in for him, but now Silverman’s back,” I say, pressing my lips together to stop myself from getting emotional again. Sympathy flashes across Maxwell’s face. I smile, “But hey, it doesn't matter! It will help me pick my suitor without any distractions!” I say a bit too cheerfully. Maxwell’s face doesn't change, and he pulls me into a hug. “I’m sorry Al,” He says quietly, and I nod into his shoulder. “Yeah, but I have always looked forward to the foxhunt, so let's get going!” I say, pulling from the hug. “Excuse me miss, it's about time for you to ride,” Silverman calls, and I nod, hoisting myself onto Mac.

Maxwell gets on his horse, and so does Silverman, and the three of us ride over to the scheduled disembarkment area. All the suitors are on their horses waiting. I notice Liam, sitting dignified on a grey speckled horse conversing with another suitor. Oliver sits on a sleek black horse, picking at his nails distractedly. A group of security details on horses leads the trail, including Drake, who is laughing at a fellow security woman, who seems to be struggling deeply with staying on her horse. Huh. She’s pretty. Maxwell and I follow them, the suitors trailing behind us. Silverman is beside us, so I decide not to talk too freely with Max. “Hey Silvermann, why are there so many security personnel here?” I ask, and he nods in understanding. “Oh! Yeah, it must be confusing to see so many of us. We always have this many people, but a big chunk of them work in tech, like surveillance, and communications, but at this altitude with all these mountains, it's difficult to get a good signal, so we have everyone on foot with us, just in case.” He explains and I nod. “huh,” I say, looking forward at the trail in front of us. I notice the woman from before glancing back at me, and then quickly looking forward. Weird.

“Hey Alana, how are you doing today?” a voice from next to me asks, and I look over in surprise to see Liam grinning (as always) at me. I glance back to see Maxwell giving me a thumbs up. I think I know who his favorite suitor is. “Liam! I’m doing well, how has suitor life been treating you?” I ask, and he chuckles. “Honestly I was not expecting to be spending more time with the suitors than with you.” He says cynically, making me laugh. “I am sorry, Liam, I know it can be tough to get time with me, and I'm sorry about that, I can't always control it,” I say apologetically, and he shakes his head. “No need to apologize, I am just glad that we are getting to talk now,” He grins, making me smile in return. He really is a charmer.

- Drake’s POV -

The long trail of horses finally reaches the small village for the feast, to everyone’s relief. Most nobles aren't used to riding for so long. All the suitors start to grab food, somewhere music begins to play, and the horses get hitched. {author’s note: the horses aren’t getting married, its when they are tied to a wooden pole lol}

I stand by the sidelines, even further from Alana than before. I knew this day had to come, but It doesn't make it any easier. To not be the number one person protecting her frustrates me. Don't get me wrong, Silverman is a great bodyguard, but it was MY job. To protect her. To know what is going and how she was doing. Even if we didn't talk, I was still near her, in her presence. It may be good for me though. I can get over her. Honestly, I was always worried I would slip up and finally push her up against a wall and kiss her like I always wanted, and now that I'm forced to be apart from her, it eliminates that possibility. Good plan. Just distance myself, even more, watch her be happy, choose her future husband, and suck it up because I never had a chance to begin with. “Hey numbnuts,” someone says, making me jump. “Jesus Mage, not funny,” I scold, and she laughs, nudging my shoulder. “I don't know if I should be happy that you aren't always in my ear or annoyed because you are here in person,” I say, making her gasp mockingly. “Drake I am offended,” She says, a smirk pulling at her mouth.

I roll my eyes with a scoff, looking out at the feast again. “God, just because you aren't around her 24/7, doesn't mean you have to be an ass,” Mage says, a trace of ice in her voice. I sigh. “Hey, sorry I just-” “miss her?” Mage finishes for me, a knowing look on her face. I clench my jaw and nod.”Well suck it up buttercup, because she is on her way over here,” Mage says with a smirk, And I widen my eyes at her, glancing over to see Alana walking over, a curious look on her face. shit. My heart instantly starts to race, every second she gets closer, my pulse goes faster. “Hey Drake, who is this?” She asks, her voice an unfamiliar tone, as she looks Mage over. “I’m Mage, the person always jabbering in his ear, so nice to finally meet you, your highness,” Mage says, her hand out for a shake. Alana looks at her for a moment, and her strange look melts into genuine kindness as she smiles, shaking her hand. “Oh! I kind of always wondered who he was talking to,” She says, glancing at me for a second. Someone calls Alana, and she looks over, then looks back. “Hey so nice to see you both, but I better be going,” She says, with a smile before walking away.

I watch her leave, my heart finally slowing down. I take a breath I didn't know I was holding. Mage suddenly squeals, jostling my shoulder. I look at her concerned. “Oh my god! Did you see her face? She was totally jealous! HA! I knew it!” She exclaims, making me sputter in shock. “W-What? Jealous?” I ask, and Mage nods excitedly. “I knew she liked you back! OH, she was staring daggers at me, Drake!” She says, clearly pleased with herself. “I don't think that was jealously..” I trail off, but mage shakes her head. “Drake, I am a woman, I know jealousy when I see it.” Mage insists, and I look over to Alana who is conversing with her mother, nodding and talking. “She probably wasn't expecting me to be so nice....” Mage’s talking fades away as I notice Liam joining Alana’s conversation. He smiles down at her, resting his hand on her waist respectfully making me want to rip him off her, then I realize its not my job anymore. Alana awkwardly looks away from Liam, making eye contact with me. The world fades away and all I can focus on is the way she is looking at me. All of a sudden, all these moments flash through my mind, when we met for the first time, her smile after she kissed me on the cheek, when she fell into my arms on the boat, her expression when she asked me to apply her sunscreen, her lame excuse when she held my hand during the blizzard, her blaringly obvious blush when she caught me working out, and it suddenly hits me. She has feelings for me too. She breaks the eye contact, turning and joining the conversation again, her cheeks pink.

I blink in shock. Well, shit, that complicates my plan.

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The Non-Royal Romance, Part Six - Secrets

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The sounds of cutlery on plates and small conversations fill the hall, in which I reside, edging the lobster in my bisque with my spoon absentmindedly. Because we are with the Nevrakis family, of course, Oliver insisted I sit at the front table with him. My eyes dart from my bland soup to where Drake is standing across the room, his hands clasped in front of him in his lovely navy suit. His dark eyes scan the room, stopping when meeting me with direct eye contact. I smile slightly, and he nods back.

I notice Liam sitting in the very back of the ballroom, talking and laughing with Maxwell and Allie, who seems to have taken a break from waiting tables. They only have one bowl of lobster bisque. Huh, I wonder why they got stuffed back there. I glance to my right to see Oliver, who is chatting to someone to his right. Of course. Oliver is purposefully keeping them back there. I get a bitter taste looking at him, having to make myself look away. I still don't think I can forgive him for going after Drake like that. And what he did to Drake’s poor sister. I feel a warm hand on mine and turn to my left to smile at my mother. “Are you feeling alright darling?” She asks me. No, being trapped in a stuffy ballroom with snobby rich people is not how I would like to be spending my time. “Yes, of course, mother, I’m just a bit tired after yesterday,” I say with another polite fake smile. “Good, because I think it's about time for dancing,” She says with a wink, making me laugh.

Almost just on cue, music starts playing from a live orchestra, and people start making their way to the dancefloor. I look to my right, and Oliver is standing, with his hand held out to me. “Care to dance Princess?” He asks, and after hearing Drake call me princess all the time, it makes me cringe hearing it from Oliver's mouth.

We make our way to the dancefloor, and the crowd parts, to allow us to be in the middle. Of course, we begin with the Cordonian Waltz. Oliver seems more than happy to finally place his hand on my hip and his other in my hand. I reluctantly put my hand in his and the other on his shoulder. It feels so uncomfortable being in his hands, it makes me feel sick. As he leads me through the dance effortlessly, I get lost in the movements like I usually do when I'm forced to dance with someone I dislike. I suddenly wonder what it would be like to dance with Drake. I almost laugh at the thought.

Like that could ever happen. But, to just imagine it, to be in such close quarters, to feel his hands on my waist, to be able to freely gaze into those coffee eyes, and be alone with him. We would be in our own little world. I would be spinning in his arms in an empty ballroom and he would twirl me out, then bring me close. We would share our breath, staring into each other's eyes, then he would dip me down gently, and bring me back up, even closer this time. We would inch closer, our proximity intoxicating. Our lips would brush and before long, it would get heated- I suddenly stumble, screwing up the footing of the dance with Oliver, thrusting me back into reality. I flush darkly, as Oliver looks at me with questioning eyes. I awkwardly laugh but get saved by the song coming to an end.

As the ballroom applauds I look over at Drake, who was clearly watching us closely. because it's his job. My mind tries to reason, and I sigh, hoping my face looks a bit less red. Before I know it, the next song starts, then the next, and then the next. And at every song comes another suitor, asking for a dance. That happens for a bit until Oliver want to dance with me again, and forces the men away. “I would love some alone time with you Alana,” He says, his voice silky. I smile through the hopefully not visible cringe and nod. “Of course Duke Nevrakis,” I smile. He looks at me for a moment, and out of nowhere, leans in, pressing his lips to mine. I pull back quickly in surprise, looking at Oliver incredulously. I notice Drake stalking over, his face filled with fury. I widen my eyes and raise my hand to stop him. He falters, looking at me with heated intensity.

I glance at the shocked faces in the crowd, and motion for Oliver to follow me out into the hallway, away from earshot. Once we are far enough away, I turn to him, fuming. “That will never happen again, understand me?” I ask angrily, my arms crossed. He cringes and looks away cowardly. “Y-yeah I’m sorry I just-“ He starts, his face rivaling his hair color, but I shake my head. “I don’t want to hear it. That kind of behavior is unacceptable and I will not tolerate being embarrassed like that,” I continue, internally groaning at what my mother will have to say about this. “Princess, I deeply apologize, I just got caught up in the moment and It will never happen again,” Oliver says desperately, and I nod. “Yes, you are correct. I will never kiss you again. Oh and don’t call me Princess,” I say bitterly, pushing past him. As I’m storming back towards the ball, an arm pulls me into a different hallway. I yelp in surprise only to see it’s Drake. He holds me there in place, his hand wrapped around my arm. My stomach flutters at the touch, and I try not to react too visibly. “Do you need me to do anything about him?” He asks, and I blink in surprise, my heart jumping at his protective tendencies.

“No it’s okay Drake, I think he has learned his lesson,” I say, and glance over my shoulder to see Oliver walking towards his room, his head hung. I look back and my eyes fall on Drake’s face. His hand is still clasped on my arm, and he is watching Oliver with a cold look in his eyes. I admire his face for a minute, the way the light casts shadows across his face, enhancing the shadow under his jawline. God he is so hot. His eyes move back over to me. I don’t look away, staring back into his eyes. I wish I could kiss you right now. I think, wishing that he could read my mind, and we could get past all this bullshit and finally be together. His brown eyes bore into mine, and I swear he feels the same. My eyes wander around his beautifully sculpted face, lingering on his mouth. I suddenly feel really hot, my face probably flushed. He looks at me for another moment before he glances down at his hand on my arm. He lets go, his hand dropping to his side, causing disappointment to wash over me. He clears his throat. “You should get back to the ball Princess,” he says, and I sigh. “Do I have to?” I groan childishly, making him smile in amusement. “I think so,” he says softly, causing me to sigh. “Shame, I was finally starting to have a good time,” I say, with a little wink, before heading back into hell.

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That night, around 2:00 am

I wake up, my mouth dry. Annoyed by the disturbance, I reach over to fill my glass with my water pitcher, only to realize that I don’t have one here. I’ll have to go down to the kitchens. Maybe I can sneak a pop tart or something. That lobster wasn’t very filling. I grab my glass, slip into my robe, and step into my slippers. Quietly, I open my door and see the overnight guard, Greg. “Hey miss, what are you doing up?” He asks kindly, and I smile. “Oh I’m just going to grab some water and a snack, can I get you anything?” I ask, but he shakes his head. “Be careful, and scream loudly if you get into trouble,” he says teasingly. I chuckle. “Will do Greg,” I say, starting off to the kitchens.

My footsteps echo the empty halls, the blue moonlight filtering in through the tall windows. On my way down to the kitchens, I walk through the somewhat familiar duchy, enjoying the peaceful emptiness. After tonight, it’s nice to be alone. As I walk through a small hallway, I jump out of my skin at the sudden blood-curling scream coming from the room to my left. I freeze in place, my heart pounding in my chest. What. The. Fuck. I near the door quietly, hearing the rustling is sheets and a groaning sound. Then a sudden shout again. Then, with my instincts screaming at me, I open the door and close it behind me, turning on the light.

There, on the small bed in front of me, is Drake, twisted up in his sheets, wearing only black joggers. I gulp at the sight of his ripped body, but before I can get a good look, he screams again, his face contorted in fear. My heart breaks and in a second I’m by his side, cradling his face. “Hey, shhh. Drake,” I say softly, stroking his face. The distress in his face slowly dissipates, and he seems to be back to normal, resting again. I notice how young he looks, without that permanent frown/scowl, his lips parted slightly. I smile, my heart fluttering. He leans into my touch and I practically swoon.

I’m totally falling for this man.

The moment is over when, suddenly, his eyes snap open, looking nearly black as they focus onto me. My heart drops and in a millisecond, I’m on the ground, Drake on top of me, pinning my down my wrists. Usually, I wouldn't be so upset being in this position with Drake, but his scary expression makes me yelp, looking up at him in surprise. He blinks down at me. “P-princess?” He asks, clearly only just recognizing me. He leaps off me, backing up. “What are you doing in here?” He asks in a startled tone. “I- I was walking past and heard screaming and came to see if you were alright,” I say quietly, avoiding eye contact.

“You’re telling me you heard screaming and decided to investigate? You are truly dumber than you look,” he says bitterly. Ouch. “Wow okay. Sorry, I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Want to talk about what you were having a nightmare about?” I ask, looking at him apprehensively. I don’t want him to hate me but I’m curious. He sighs, shaking his head. “Look, Princess, what happened in my past doesn’t concern you,” he says, and I scoff to his surprise. “You know that’s bullshit,” I say, crossing my arms. He opens his door, motioning me to leave. I tilt my head in defiance, pressing my lips together, not moving.

He clenches his jaw in annoyance. “Fine.” He says, shutting the door and turning back to me. “When I was eighteen, I registered to be in the US Navy. I spent seven years serving, working my way up the chain. Two years ago, I was a sergeant on a submarine going through the Arctic Ocean on a routine deployment. A Russian recruit thought that we were an ‘attack submarine’ and he fired a couple missiles at us. I was one of four that survived out of a total of 134. That’s how I got these,” he says, pointing to his abdomen. In the low light, I only now notice the multiple deep scars etched into his skin. There are other scars, smaller ones, near his chest. I gasp, tears springing to my eyes. “After that, I was discharged, and then I joined the royal guard.” He finishes, his voice and unfamiliar tone. “I-I’m so beyond sorry Drake, that must have been awful,” I say softly.

“Yes, Princess it was. Now if you don’t mind, I would like to try to sleep,” he says coldly, opening his door, and motioning me to leave once again. This time I concede and walk past him, shame overcoming me. “Goodnight Princess,” he says with finality, shutting the door behind me. I flinch and look down, tears dripping from my eyes. I had absolutely no idea. I make my way to the kitchens again, thinking. I should have just left the first time. “Idiot,” I mutter to myself, running my hands through my hair. And just as we were starting to get along again. I stand in place as I wait for my pitcher to fill up. I hope he was okay being on Maxwell’s yacht. He seemed a bit off when we were at sea that’s for sure. Which makes sense obviously.

I walk back into my room, smiling at Greg, and setting my pitcher and glass down on my bedside table. I slide under my covers, curling up. I really hope Drake forgives me. It’s not exactly the best thing for your personal bodyguard to hate you. And after risking my life skiing and pestering him about his rough past, I wouldn’t blame him for hating me. In a way, I’m glad I know now, I feel closer to him and I think that’s important for our... relationship. Whatever the hell our relationship is.

I suddenly get a thought that makes me feel sick. What if I really never get to be with Drake? What if he truly doesn’t feel the same? The deadline to my coronation ball is nearing, and not only will I be choosing my husband, but becoming the Queen of a country. I’m just not sure if this is what I want. I sit up in bed, fiddling with my sheets anxiously. How am I supposed to choose who I will spend the rest of my life with? What if I don’t want to choose a suitor at all? This situation isn’t exactly one my mother discussed with me. I’m not sure why, but I always had this feeling that me and Drake would end up happening and I don’t have anything to worry about, but that’s sadly not the case.

We only have the applewood manor, the Beaumont bash, then the ball. In the next couple of days, we will arrive at the Applewood manor and go on the fox hunt and have the feast, then the next day, the little apple festival. That should be interesting to see a bunch of royal men try to bake pies as they have probably had all their pies fed to them on a silver spoon. Of course, it’s tradition for the suitors to do the festival, but they have been all women in the past. Nether the less, it should be entertaining. Hopefully I will have time to hang out with Maxwell, it feels like it’s been forever since I’ve talked to my best friend. Maybe I can get closer to Drake aswell...

I eventually drift off to sleep, thinking up a fantasy ending in which Drake and I run away together, no worries in the world.

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Oh poor Alana, she truly is falling for that man! I hope you guys enjoyed this short-ish chapter, and if y’all have been paying attention, there are some spots in past chapters where Drake’s past is hinted (I wonder if you guys noticed) I’m so excited for these next chapters, they are gonna be so good! Love you all, my readers, the old and the new, thank you guys for reading, it means the world to me 💕 see you next chapter!

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