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Three Weeks In Ramsford: The Letter

Disclaimer: Characters represented here as well as the original story are owned by pixelberry.

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

For legal purposes, here is the official statement from Pixleberry about the production and sharing of fan fiction and fan art based on their original works: Our studio continues to respect and support fan works, such as fanart, fanfiction, and creative interpretations of our game characters and stories — as long as they’re created for fun and not used for commercial purposes. In fact, you’d be surprised by how much fanart makes its way to Team Pixelberry!May 16, 2018

Fandom: The Royal Romance/Royal Heir

Characters: Drake Walker, Liam Rhys, Riley Campbell

Riley threw herself onto her bed with an audible thump. It had been five days since the coronation ball and Liam hadn’t even tried to get in touch with her. Neither had Drake or Hanna for that matter. At least Hanna had the excuse of being back in Shanghai.

Maxwell had been great, of course and Bertrand had been….well, Bertrand. At least he was trying. Since he wore his emotions all over his face it wasn’t hard to know that he wanted to comfort her, but had no clue how and just felt awkward about the whole thing. She suspected that his insistence on a strict etiquette training regimen was as much about distracting her as it was about making sure she could survive at court.

Poor Maxwell she thought, the first night back at the Beaumont estate, she had cried herself to sleep in his arms. The second night too. No wonder he went to yoga today, he probably needed a break from her heartache. She wished she could get a break from it, it was suffocating. Every moment of every day was filled with it. Sure, she could paste on a smile and learn which fork was which with Bertrand, she could let Maxwell lead her through the steps of a dozen different dances she needed to learn. But even when she was smiling, conversing or learning, in the back of her mind and at the center of heart there was Liam.

She felt alone, abandoned and betrayed.

Then Maxwell walked in and handed her Drakes letter.

“What’s this?” She asked as she sat up.

Maxwell shrugged, “Drake told me to give it to you, I guess it’s from Liam.”

“Liam sent a letter through Drake? When did you see Drake?”

“At yoga.”

“Drake went to yoga?”

“Yeah, hot yoga.”

“Drake Walker?”

“I know right! I couldn’t believe it either! I thought he wanted to hang out with me, his best buddy, but I think he just wanted to check up on you.”

Hope soared in her chest as she ripped the letter open. She read the short missive quicky and her heart plummeted when she realized that it wasn’t from Liam. She blinked back the tears and pasted on a fake smile to get Maxwell out the room, then she shoved the letter in a drawer and cried until she had no tears left to cry. As she lay on her bed starting at the ceiling, her mind drifted back to that night, the night that ruined everything. Stupid Tariq in her room, pawing all over her. She shuddered at the memory, but then another, better memory struggled to the forefront of her mind, bringing a bit of warmth with it, pushing away a little of the pain.

It was the memory of Drake bursting through her door with fire in his eyes, tackling Tariq to the ground first, asking questions later. The memory of how hot his skin felt under her hands as she checked for broken ribs, how he couldn’t hide the way he shivered at her touch. The memory of how, after just a little bit of whiskey, he started talking about his feelings for her.

She had been completely taken aback. Their night under the stars in Lythikos and the night they hung out in Olivia’s wine cellar notwithstanding, she had not considered him anything but a friend and had been surprised at the revelation that he felt anything more than that. He had run out of her room pretty fast after that.

Even though by then she knew she was falling in love with Liam, she couldn’t be sure he was going to chose her, so she had been trying to keep those feelings at bay, at least a little, to cushion herself against heartache. An attempt she now knew to be folly. But at the time, she had allowed herself just a small moment to consider where Drakes revelation could lead, if she let it.

She had tried to talk to Drake about it the next day but he shut it down. Not until after he kissed her though. The memory of that kiss now pulsed through her like a beacon of light at the end of a long, dark tunnel. There had been nothing at all wrong with that kiss. At the time the only problem had been that it wasn’t Liam kissing her. Now that she was being forced to push Liam out of her heart and mind, she let herself remember it in a new light. She closed her eyes and let herself enjoy the memory of how it felt to be kissed by Drake, and how his touch had set something inside her on fire even if she hadn’t admitted it at the time. She remembered the way his hair felt tangled in her fingers, the tautness of his muscles as she had slid her hands across his chest, responding to his touch. For a moment, there in the Beaumont study, she had given in to that feeling and melted into his embrace.

Then he had pushed her away, guilt clearly etched on his features, “We can’t, I can’t. Liam is my best friend.” Drake had rejected her that night after all and then Liam had shown up and asked her out on a date. She felt a heaviness in her heart at the thought of Liam, but no, she decided, she was done crying over him. She pushed that memory away and focused instead on the longing she had seen in Drakes eyes even as he rejected her. Then her mind spun ahead to the night of Coronation ball, before everything went to hell. Outside, at the bar, the last moment she had spent alone with him.   

“Everything’s going to change, for all of us. I don’t want to know what happens next, I just want to stay right here in this moment with you. You could very well be an engaged woman by the end of the night and, well, I’d be a damn fool if I didn’t kiss you while I had the chance.” And then he did. He took her in his arms and kissed her like he meant it. The memory flooded her with happiness and heat, and for the first time in five days, she smiled.

Then she sat up and reached for the letter again.

Campbell,

Hey, I know I’m not suppose to be contacting you, Liam says it isn’t safe, but I have to know that you’re ok. You can burn this after you read it, I guess. I figure no one can trace a letter that I pass by hand to Maxwell, you know? So I had to set up a meeting that wouldn’t look suspicious. Long story short, now I have to go to hot yoga with Maxwell, Penelope and Kiara. I don’t even know what that is but it’s the best I could do.

I just wanted you to know that I was thinking of you and that I’m here for you, as much as I can be anyway. I’m going to have Maxwell meet me for a movie tomorrow, if you wanted to write me back and let me know that you’re ok.

Drake

Drake had gone to hot yoga just to get a letter to her? Her heart did a little flip at the thought. That was sweet and admitting it was vulnerable, something she knew he hated being, or at least showing. She quickly grabbed a pen and some stationary.

Drake,

I’m doing better now that I’ve heard from a friend. Thank you for reaching out to me, I feel better knowing that someone cares. Bertrand is trying to mold me into a perfect society lady, you can imagine how much fun that is. I wish I could call or text you. I can’t believe you went to hot yoga for me.

Riley

She sealed it in an envelope and went to find Maxwell.

Three Weeks in Ramsford Part Two: Hot Yoga

Disclaimer: Characters represented here as well as the original story are owned by pixelberry.

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

For legal purposes, here is the official statement from Pixleberry about the production and sharing of fan fiction and fan art based on their original works: Our studio continues to respect and support fan works, such as fanart, fanfiction, and creative interpretations of our game characters and stories — as long as they’re created for fun and not used for commercial purposes. In fact, you’d be surprised by how much fanart makes its way to Team Pixelberry!May 16, 2018

Fandom: The Royal Romance/Royal Heir

Characters: Drake Walker, Liam Rhys, Riley Campbell

Two days later Drake found himself standing outside a yoga studio with Penelope and Kiara waiting on Maxwell.

“Where’s your yoga mat?” Kiara was asking him.

“My…uh…what?”

“Yoga mat, you use it for, you know, yoga.”

“Oh…I…uh…wasn’t aware….”

“It’s ok, you should be able to buy one here.”

“Right.”

He was seriously not looking forward to this. Why couldn’t Maxwell have recommend a movie, or a sushi restaurant? What in the name of holy hell was hot yoga anyway? Wasn’t regular yoga boring enough? He would be regretting it entirely, except that it was his only chance of finding out anything about Riley.

“Hey guys, you made it!” Maxwell threw his arms around each of them in turn.

“Do we have to- ah, ok.” Drake half halfheartedly patted him on the back in return.

“I’m so excited you’re here!”

“You know, we could go get ice cream or something, instead.”

“Cold feet huh buddy?”

“No, I mean, maybe yeah.”

“Come on, you’ll love it!”

He did not love it.

“Why is like a hundred degrees in here?”

“It’s hot yoga, silly!” Penelope giggled.

“Yeah, ok, that makes sense I guess….but why does it smell like that in here?”

“Body odor, people sweat a lot and it’s really humid in here, you get use to it.” Maxwell shrugged.

“ok….”

“Shhh,” Maxwell shook his head, “You have to be quiet now, the instructors here.”

An hour later Drake had a new found respect for practitioners of yoga.

“That was a workout!”

“Duh.”

“I can’t believe you tried it!” Maxwell was practically crowing.

“I certainly enjoyed the view…I mean, the class!” Kiara blushed furiously.

“Maybe I’ll see you guys next week, if you decide to come back.” Maxwell lifted a hand to wave good bye.

“Wait!”Drake needed to get Maxwell alone so he could ask about Riley, “Why don’t you and I grab some lunch?”

“Really?”

“Yeah, we don’t spend enough time together.”

“I don’t know….I have a lot to do, Bertrand has me training Ri-”

“Oh come on!” Drake clapped him on the back, “it’s just one lunch, you have to eat and we haven’t seen each other in almost a week!”

Maxwell regarded seriously him for a moment. Just went Drake thought it was over, Maxwell broke out into a big smile, “Ok, yeah, sure, I have time for a quick lunch with my best buddy!”

Turning to the girls Maxwell asked, “Where do you want to eat?”

No, no, no, no, no! Drake looked at them in horror, “That would be great but, Penelope, didn’t I hear you say something about needed to check on something about your poodles?”

Her eyes widened, “Oh, yes! I have an appointment with an interior designer because Merlin needs a new bed and the one I want won’t match the current scheme in their room, so it needs a complete revamp!”

“Sure, that makes sense.” He breathed a sigh of relief.

“Let’s go, I don’t want to be late!” she grabbed Kiara by the arm and drug her away.

Kiara gazed longingly back as Penelope drug her away, “But-”

Drake relaxed and turned to Maxwell, “Come on, there’s a cafe down the street.”

Maxwell eyes him suspiciously.

“What?”

“It’s almost like you were trying to get rid of them.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, just didn’t want Pen to miss out on…dog….decorating…stuff….”

“Uh huh.”

“Just come on!”

They got settled at the table and put in their order. Drake looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to them, then leaned across the table and lowered his voice, “How’s is she?”

“Huh? Who?”

“Campbell! Who do you think?” He hissed back.

Maxwell blinked at him a few times then a smile of understanding spread across his face, “Oh! You’re here for Liam!”

It was Drakes turn to blink. He had rare moment of being stunned into silence.

“Uh…yeah, Liam, right. I’m here for Liam.”

“Wow, you were really good! I didn’t suspect a thing!” He laughed, then suddenly narrowed his eyes, “Wait a minute….you didn’t care about hot yoga at all, did you?”

Drake sighed in exasperation, “Of course not! But I had to get you alone without seeming like I wanted to get you alone!”

“Oh yeah, smart!”

“So?”

“So what?”

“So how is she??”

“Oh yeah. She’s fine.”

“Fine? That’s it?”

“I mean, she was devastated of course. Bertrand and I had to talk her into staying, she was about to get on that plane to New York.”

“I’ll bet, what choice did they give her?”

“None, there were guards there to make sure she got on the plane and everything. Bertrand had to yell at them.”

Drake smiled in spite of himself, “Bet that was fun to watch.”

“It was.”

“So she’s with you now? She’s safe?”

“Yes, she’s at our estate, in her room. Bertrand is making her learn everything there is to know about courtly life.”

“Of course he is.” Drake closed his eyes for a moment picturing her practicing dance steps, learning which fork is for what. He smiled at the thought of her doing something so mundane. For the first time in five days he felt the vise around his heart loosing a little. She was safe, she was with Bertrand and Maxwell, she was ok. Everything was going to be ok.

When he opened his eyes Maxwell was watching him. He sat up straight and replaced the smile with his signature scowl, “So what’s the plan?”

“The plan is to lay low for awhile, teach her how to survive, no, thrive at court, then return for the engagement tour.”

“She’s going on the engagement tour? Doesn’t that seem a little….cruel?” Jesus, what were they thinking? Making her follow Liam and Madeline around as Madeline flaunts their engagement.

“In order to clear her name, she has to be at court. Right now that means the engagement tour.”

Drake sighed, Maxwell was right, of course, but it still seemed cruel to him. Then again, cruel was what court was all about.

The waiter brought their food and Maxwell chatted about yoga and squids and other things that Drake wasn’t really listening to.

As they walked out of the restaurant Drake turned to Maxwell, “Could you please just tell her that we all miss her and are thinking about her?”

Maxwell clapped a hand on his shoulder, “Of course.”

Drake fidgeted nervously, “Could you give her this?” He thrust an envelope surreptitiously into Maxwell’s hands.

Maxwell glanced down at the envelope before stuffing it into his pocket, “You sure that’s safe?”

“As long as no one else sees it. Have her burn it after she reads it if you want.” Drake was shaking his head, “Oh and Maxwell, meet me back here tomorrow, at the movie theater down the street. And could you tell her……..” he trailed off, unable to meet Maxwell’s eyes. “Never mind. Just give her the letter, thanks.”

He stuffed his hands in his pockets and forced himself to walk away, in the opposite direction of the Beaumont estate, when all he really wanted to do was run straight to her.  

Three Weeks in Ramsford Part One: Drake

Disclaimer: Characters represented here as well as the original story are owned by pixelberry.

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

For legal purposes, here is the official statement from Pixleberry about the production and sharing of fan fiction and fan art based on their original works: Our studio continues to respect and support fan works, such as fanart, fanfiction, and creative interpretations of our game characters and stories — as long as they’re created for fun and not used for commercial purposes. In fact, you’d be surprised by how much fanart makes its way to Team Pixelberry!May 16, 2018

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.