로그인Emily threw her arms around Aaron's neck again. Aaron sighed. "Em stop it," he said, getting upset. She didn't want to stop though. She needed him, needed to be closer, as close as they were last night. James. Of course it was about James. Aaron was a fool. It was always going to be James. She'd told him so herself countless times. So what if they slept together? A man and a woman spending so much time together, it was bound to happen. "Stop, just stop!" he screamed louder this time, as she clung to him harder. She didn't want to. She loved James, she did. She wanted him. So why couldn't she stop touching his brother? Why did she spend all day looking for him, only to get drunk when she couldn't find him? "What's wrong Ron? I haven't heard from you all day. You didn't answer my calls and now you show up with some other girl and you're being so cold!" And it hurt so badly, like the first time she saw him with Aria. He heard his own laughter crush every dream he ever had for
2018, December 4th (Caines, Terres Somnia) Waking up to Emily's little body on his, every naked inch of her wrapped snugly around him, not even the anxiety of what Aaron was going to do about his impending engagement could ruin the perfect happiness he felt as he waited for her to wake up. The smile she gave him when at last she did was bashful, but true. It hadn’t been a mistake for her after all. He should have told her, damn him to hell for never telling her. He should tell her now. It had waited long enough. “Good morning,” he said, lightly dragging his fingers through her long, now dishevelled strawberry blonde hair. “Good morning,” she answered in the same doughy way, doe-eyed gray storms looking up at him. There were more pressing things to say, to decide, but again the words wouldn’t come. She was stuck in that moment with him and he with her and no one could have convinced them that the world was still spinning, not for anything in it. It was for this reason that
He gave her a stunned, dumbfounded look. She bent over and laughed, then righted herself and clapped her hands together. “So it’s true. You do think I’m a killer. Tell me, at what point did you decide the woman you just had to attach your body to, the one you wanted to touch, hear, pour wine for, watch, the woman you said you’d do anything for, was a murderer?” Nathan got up and went to her, a pained look on his face. He wanted to say never, that the thought never crossed his mind even for a second. That he wished he could take it all back somehow, because all he wanted was to be by her side, even now. “I didn’t know everything when I left you that night. I didn’t know the things I know now. I did what I had to do to protect my family, to protect you.” She was crying again, silently now as she looked him in the eye. His hands went up to her cheeks on their own. He couldn’t stop himself from touching her anymore.“I see. Tell me, are t
2021, February 18th(Imperium, Warlanda)She played him. They did. Of course they did. Nathan should really have seen it coming. While Emily distracted Nathan with booze and well herself, Cassie must have called up her old friend King Troy Pierce and had the air travel ban between Warlanda and Terres Somnia lifted. By now their plane was landing in Warlanda. Under normal circumstances, Nathan would have saluted the women. Putting one over on him was unheard of. These were not normal circumstances. She had no idea what she was walking into. Worse still, neither did he. (Phone Call: Nathan to Emily/Cassie)Nathan: Don’t do this, Cassie. Imperium isn’t safe for her right now. There was an urgency to his voice that he couldn’t quite control the way he usually would as he tossed his go bag on the backseat of his car. Emily: I do hope you’re doing okay. I tried to wait until the very last second before tying the restraints to the
"You're still faster than me," she sniffed. "I'll never get to, I'll never—" Fresh tears burst forth. She tossed the cube to the floor and threw her head into her hands. He went to her side of the table and pulled her into his arms. "I don't know what's wrong with me. This sucks for you. I should be taking care of you." She was really letting loose now, full on ugly crying and struggling to get the words out. He wiped away her tears and kissed her cheeks. "It's been my absolute pleasure taking care of you, Emily Maine," he said, smiling for her through the hurt. But she couldn't take it, not today. "I hate that you smile when you're fucking mad!" she snapped. "Be fucking mad!" she said, balling her hands into fists and banging them against his chest. "Tell your parents to fuck off! Tell them you won't—" At a loss for what else to do, how else to make the tears stop, he took her face into his hands and kissed her.
As King Henry went on a rampage about decorum and duty, something something responsibilities of a crown prince, something something, Aaron and Queen Mary stared each other down. "If you think, even for a second, I'm letting you marry anyone that isn't the Arden bastard, you're sadly mistaken," said Queen Mary. Aaron bit his tongue. He saw the threat in her eyes, knew better than to rise to the challenge for fear of what she might do to Emily. She didn't have to say the rest. Prince Aaron Condor would marry Lady Zoey Arden. And anyone or anything that got in the way would be disposed of. Later that morning, flat out refusing to attend The King's Fancy in an official capacity, Aaron watched on from the shadows. Unable to stop himself from going to watch his fate be sealed, Aaron watched as King Henry and Queen Mary were introduced to his would be wife, the Lady Zoey. "So, that's her?" Emily asked, appearing next to him. She wasn't near







