Three Weeks in Ramsford Part One: Drake

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This content has been written by Angela Harrison based on those characters/stories

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Fandom: The Royal Romance/Royal Heir

Characters: Drake Walker, Liam Rhys, Riley Campbell

Drake paced the floor furiously. It had been three days since the coronation ball, three days since security had drug Riley out of the palace and out of his life. He knew Liam said it wasn’t safe to try to contact her, but not knowing was driving him crazy. He had to do something! Spinning on his heel he headed out of his room and stormed through the palace having no actual idea what he was going to do. What could he do?

By the time he reached the front doors, he realized that if he acted on his impulse he would be putting her in danger. A frustrated growl escaped him as he spun again, this time to head back up to his room. He was lost in his own thoughts, anger and helplessness bubbling up inside him, he blinked back tears and quickened his pace.

He hadn’t wanted her to marry Liam, not really, and yet, had she gotten engaged, at least she’d still be here, still be in his life and maybe that would have been enough. Now he didn’t know if he was ever going to see her again. The thought that really killed him was wondering if she thought her friends had all abandoned her, thought that he had abandoned her. That thought, coupled with the image of her face when they had drug her out of the palace, was almost more he could endure.

“I’ve never been, but Maxwell said-”

He looked up at the sound of voices, but too late. He collided with Penelope and Kiara. He stumbled as he tried to catch himself but it was too late. He clipped Kiara and sent Penelope crashing to the floor.

“Mon Dieu!” Kiara exclaimed, “Watch where you’re going!”

“I’m so sorry!” He sputtered as he reached out to steady her.

“Oh, Drake!” She inhaled.

At the sudden heat in her eyes, Drake let go of her and quickly stepped back, bending over to help Penelope up off the floor.

“Penelope, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going!”

“Obviously,” she smiled at him, “But I’m ok. I’m use to being knocked over, sometimes when my poodles are really excited, they jump up on me and they can sometimes be stronger than they look! You wouldn’t believe, this one time at the dog park-”

“Penelope! Drake doesn’t want to hear about your poodles!”

“I-It’s ok,” He said, even though Kiara was right, “I know you love your poodles. Is that what you were talking about before I clumsily ran into you? Your poodles? You were saying something about Maxwell….” He trailed off hoping she would take the bait and give him some kind of information, any kind, without him having to ask.

“No silly!” She giggled, “Maxwell Beaumont, I was just saying that we should try out the hot yoga place he told us about, right Ki?”

Kiara rolled her eyes, “Right.”

“Hot yoga? That does sound like fun! You should try it, both of you!”

“I know! I was just saying that!”

“Really” Kiara looked skeptical, “That doesn’t seem like the kind of thing you would be excited about.”

“No…but….I’m trying to expand my horizons. In fact….hey! Why don’t I go with you? And of course, you have to invite Maxwell!”

“Really?” Penelope squealed.

“Yes, really! You should call him, right now, and set it up!”

“I don’t know…what do you think Kiara? You didn’t sound excited about it.”

Kiara was staring at Drake. “Uh…yeah, no, I think it sounds like fun, Drake is right, I should also expand my horizons.”

“Yes, then it’s settled! Call Maxwell right now while we’re all three here so we can get a date locked down.”

Penelope dialed her phone.

“Hello.”

“Maxwell, it’s Penelope! Remember that hot yoga place you were telling me about? Kiara, Drake and I would like to try it and we want you to come with us.…What? Yes, I did say Drake….. No, I’m not pulling your leg….What? Yes, he’s right here, hold on.” she held the phone out to Drake.

“Drake! Penelope says you want to go to hot yoga with us.”

“Oh yeah, sure, sounds like fun.”

“Really?”

“Really, yeah.”

“I didn’t think you wanted to go.”

“Oh yeah, I – uh…I’ve been dying to try it.”

“That’s not what not what you said when I told you about it-”

“Well, I mean, you convinced me, can’t ignore a recommendation from my best friend, right?”

“I’m your best friend?”

“Well, next to Liam of course-”

“I knew it! I knew we’ve been getting closer, I suspected that deep down you liked me more than you let on, you really are just a big marsh mellow at heart, just like Riley says!”

His heart physically hurt at the mention of her name and he had to bite his tongue to keep himself from asking about her.

“Here, just give Penelope the details. I’m free tomorrow and well, the rest of the week really.” He handed the phone back with only a small twinge of guilt for manipulating them all. But if anyone was tracking who was calling Maxwell, Penelope wouldn’t raise suspicion and if the call was tapped, no one would care about hot yoga, he had been careful not to ask about Riley. He would do that in person, where he was sure no one was listening.

He hummed happily to himself as he headed back to his room.

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