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Another Royal Frog

River and Lily have been, or rather had been, friends for almost all their lives until a one nightstand ruined any semblance of a friendship between them. Lily would strongly like to blame the fact that she was foolish on that night and River, well, he doesn't look like he has a lot to say or think about the night in question. Now, four years down the line, after one isolating the other and another still being bitter hurt over the events that succeeded that particular night, Lily is called in for a royal favor. With River's coronation as king drawing near, she has to keep his rather, messy, to be lightly put, record on a clean squeaky plate. How to do that you ask? Well, obviously by avoiding him and being professional to a fault. But the ignorant blind fool doesn't get the memo. In fact, to her, it looks like River is doing anything other than being professional and distant. ☆¤☆¤☆¤☆ "I was going to ruin you!" he shouts in exasperation and I eye him for a moment, watching his chest rise and fall rapidly until he calms down. "I was already ruined. I fail to see any sort of damage that could have outdone what I've gone through." I shrug and pick up my folder from the bed. ☆¤☆¤☆¤☆ Lily has no much to think about during the summer but if there's something she's certain of, it's that she is not ready to be the reason River's crown topples off his head no matter how much he wants to be the problem in her course.

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chapter sixty three

LILY

The islands have their type of magical charm and it sometimes felt like they were on a part of their own. Away from the cities and bustle of the busy lives,  they almost seemed too relaxed to care about what happened outside the borders

The people however, could not be matched. Whether it was because of the state visit from the crowned prince or maybe that they were in no way relaxed like their environment, the hum was everywhere from the moment we stepped foot to our first hotel.

Through the luxury, the cracks of desperation and sleek charm could be seen.

A baby grabbing my purse when I remained behind too long for the guards to step forward. A woman rudely shoving me aside when the scene took me a moment to study and the receptionist who glared at me the whole time that River stood at the lobby to greet our hosts.

My mother had worked at all eight islands and she had brought stories of hostility and hate from almost all.