Abigail wasn't looking for love the night before the Princess's wedding, but she found it in the most unlikely and inconvenient place - in the arms of the man her friend was to marry! After a tragedy strikes, Abigail, her friends, and the man she desperately loves go on a quest to save the princess's missing father. Will they all find themselves along the way, or will Abigail have to live her life without the other half of her soul? Book 1 of a planned series
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The Princes Dupont and Grayson had never seen the mountains before. They were transfixed by the majesty of the landscape as their carriage entered the Duchy of Lydisia within the country of Alderei. The boys had been staring out of the carriage windows ever since crossing the border out of Eswen. “Sit back and close your mouths!” their father snapped. “You are princes of Eswen, not fish from the Southern Sea!” The boys sat back and put their heads down. “My dear, they are only admiring the scenery,” the Queen attempted to soothe her husband’s nerves. “We don’t have such mountains in Eswen.” “That doesn’t give them the right to forget their status.” The king snapped back, raising his hand and his voice. The Queen bowed her head, while the boys looked on in fear. The king addressed his family coldly, settling back into his seat. He was the only one on that side of carriage. The queen was stuffed in between the two boys on the other cushioned bench. “We must represent royalty at all times. Especially when the King and Queen of Alderei arrive, but even in front of Lord Arthur and his family.” His eyes fell upon Grayson, who shrank from his father’s gaze. “I will not be embarrassed in front of my friend. It was generous of him to offer his estate for this meeting. We will be gracious and remember who we now are.” The children nodded solemnly. The king continued, “If we are lucky, you will both leave here with future brides. Dupont,” he looked at his oldest son, “You are to be especially gracious around King Marcus and Queen Sarah. I want to arrange for you to marry their daughter, Catherine. Grayson,” he eyed his younger son with contempt. “Try not to disappoint me. Make friends with Lady Abigail, if you can manage that much. She is who I have chosen to be your betrothed, and is frankly the best option you will ever have. Prove that you deserve her.” “Yes father,” Grayson said quietly. The Queen leaned over and took her younger son’s hand. “You will like Lady Abigail. You are the same age, and I hear she’s a very kind and pretty child.” “I don’t care if she is part troll,” the King replied. “You will marry who I tell you to marry. You as well, Dupont. Marcus and Sarah haven’t been on their thrones very long either, and an alliance between our countries will strengthen us both.” He smiled a smile that made Grayson uncomfortable. “They sent their champion to put me on the throne. They need to acknowledge their choice.” “I’m sure they will, my lord,” the queen ventured. “You were the best choice, especially since the old King died without heirs.” She smiled at the children, “and you bring two strong boys with you to continue the line.” The king did not respond, which made Grayson even more uncomfortable. Nothing good came from his father’s silence. When they arrived at Coursar Hall, they were greeted by Lord Arthur, Lady Christine, and the two girls: Abigail, 4, and her younger sister Rose, age 3. Lord Arthur was a handsome man, tall and noble, dark hair and kind eyes. His wife, a Duchess in her own right, was a petite woman with thick curly hair and bright green eyes that were her husband’s greatest weakness. Each daughter was a miniature version of one parent. Abigail took after her mother, with a mass of dark curls and clear green eyes – unlike her mother, however, her curls were wild, escaping any attempt to corral them. Little Rose was a tiny replica of her father, right down to the kindness in her dark eyes. Dupont nudged Grayson. “Abigail doesn’t appear to be part troll, at least.” Grayson blushed in response. He thought she was quite pretty. The King and Queen of Alderei would be joining them in a few days. The trip had been specifically planned this way so the two friends and their families could enjoy each other’s company for a little while prior to having to get down to business. Lord Arthur greeted his friend warmly, and they both introduced their wives to each other. The women became instant friends, immediately talking about their children and the weight of running a royal household. Much to everyone’s delight, Abigail and Grayson became fast friends. When they first arrived, Grayson had been shy and clung to his mother’s skirts. Queen Arabella had introduced both boys to the girls, and while Dupont showed no interest in playing with the younger children, Grayson had been shyly peeking at Abigail since their arrival. “Lady Mother?” Abigail asked quietly. “Yes, my love?” “May I show Prince Grayson the gardens?” “Of course! What a wonderful idea!” Queen Arabella extracted her skirts from her son’s grasp. “Grayson, my love, go and play with Lady Abigail. She will take good care of you.” Abigail reached out and offered the prince her hand, which he took hesitantly. Abigail said gently, “Come, my lord. We have very pretty gardens here. We have a stream and a pond filled with turtles!” “Oh… Grayson is not… he does not have the constitution to be around reptiles,” the Queen said in concern. “Let them be,” the king said sharply. “He cannot be babied forever. If Lady Abigail can handle a turtle, so can a prince of Eswen!” The Queen bowed her head in compliance. Abigail took Grayson to the gardens, and after looking at the flowers for a while, they made their way to the pond. “I don’t think I like turtles,” Grayson said quietly. He honestly didn’t know if he did, he just remembered what his mother had said earlier. “Oh! My apologies!” Abigail quickly curtsied, though her face fell. “We can find something else to look at, we have…” She searched her mind for something interesting to show him, frowning. Grayson wasn’t sure what came over himself, but he knew he did not like it when Abigail did not smile. He mustered up all his courage. “I might be okay with the turtles… if you help me?” Abigail smiled brightly and took his hand. “We can just look at them today. We don’t have to touch them, and we can leave if you’re scared.” Grayson smiled back, “I like that idea. Just stay with me.” “I promise, my lord.” Abigail smiled at him and it made his stomach feel funny. By the end of the day, two things had happened: Grayson had held a turtle while supervised by Abigail, and the two of them became inseparable. For the next two weeks, if they were awake, they were together. They spent every day they could in the garden. Abigail taught him to climb trees, and he taught her silly songs. She taught him to be okay with getting dirty, and he taught her how to read. They cried when parted to the point the nursery staff let them first nap together, then fall asleep in the same bed in the evening before separating them. King Hayden had never been more proud of his son. Grayson had played his part perfectly, much to the King’s surprise. By the end of the two-week visit, Prince Grayson had declared to anyone who would listen that he was going to marry Lady Abigail. He had already given her a pretty green rock as his ‘engagement gift’ that he said looked like her eyes. He said they were going to have four babies, but first, they were going to travel the world and defeat all the monsters in it. Their wedding would be by the pond. Abigail told them all that she would have flowers in her hair. All the adults smiled indulgently. Unfortunately, King Hayden only achieved half of his goals. Prince Dupont was to be married to Princess Catherine upon her reaching the age of 18, which was a great win for the king politically. However, Duke Arthur and Duchess Christine were uninterested in discussing marriage for their own daughters until they were old enough to decide for themselves, so there was no betrothal for Grayson and Abigail. The Grand Duke and the Duchess had married for love themselves and wished the same for their daughters. This was a progressive stance that the King was not overly fond of, but he respected his friend and did not force the issue. Abigail cried for a week when the royal family of Eswen left. She cried for her friend and refused to sleep alone for a month afterward. Her father promised she would see the prince again soon. The families had agreed to make their visits a regular event. Grayson didn’t dare cry for his friend. His father was angry that he wasn’t able to secure a betrothal for his younger son, but even he couldn’t blame Grayson for that. Grayson wanted to bask in his father’s almost-pride for as long as possible, so he shared his sadness with his brother instead. “You’ll see again her again soon,” Dupont reasoned. “I’m sure she misses you just as much and you’ll still be friends.” “I hope so,” Grayson responded. He missed his friend and the way her smile made him feel. He trusted his brother, though. Dupont was the smartest and best person Grayson knew.Six months later, they were married in a ceremony held on the lawn of her mother’s nursing home. Their mothers held hands and wept happy tears as Tony and Molly exchanged vows they had written themselves. Molly started. “Tony, you are one of the few people in this world who truly see me. You’ve always seen me as so much more than I thought I was. You’ve helped me realize my worth, and that I do have something to offer the world. Every day you make me feel like the most beautiful woman on the planet. You encourage me, you don’t just listen to me – you hear me. We have been through so much together, and I can honestly say I wouldn’t have gotten through half of it without you by my side.” She stopped to wipe away her tears, but Tony got to them first. She smiled at him. “You are better than any fairy tale or romantic hero. You have saved me in so many ways. I promise I will always be honest and upfront with you. I will always support you, and you will always be the best thing that’s ev
**Three weeks later**Molly called her mother on her way home from work, like she did every night. “Hi mom,” she said cautiously. “Hi baby girl, happy birthday!” her mom answered. It was another good day for Sarah.“You remembered!” Molly exclaimed.“I did,” she said. “There should be a package waiting for you at home, too. The nurses helped me.”“Thank you, mom,” Molly said with happy tears.“I just wanted to send my daughter something special,” Sarah said. “Not every day is your birthday.”“I still appreciate it,” Molly replied. “That’s because you’re a good girl,” Sarah said. “How’s Tony?” she asked, changing the subject. “He’s good,” she responded. “We’re both still doing therapy separately, as well as going together. It’s been really helpful. I’m going to call him later and he’s going to bring over dinner.”“That’s great, Molly.”“I know,” she replied. “I’d forgotten how much I missed just talking to him. It’s great to be able to talk to him again.”“I’m just hap
It was difficult, but they did the work. They went through therapy together and individually. Their couples’ therapist wanted them to just spend time together, not as couple or with anything sexual between them, so they could focus on building back their friendship and trust.The no sexual contact was difficult for both of them, but they stuck to what they dubbed the ‘muddy waters’ rule. They spent a lot of time together over the next three months, mostly talking, but also just sometimes sitting with each other. On Halloween, Tony brought over Horror House 3, which was the movie they saw on their first date. He also brought take out from the restaurant they had gone to that first night. Molly almost kissed him several times just because of how thoughtful it all was, but she stuck to the rule. She did allow herself to kiss his cheek, which caused him to smile and blush.They bent the rule a little when he put his arm around her and she snuggled up against him. They bent it even mor
He pulled back and looked at her. “When?” he asked, his voice cracking.She hung her head. “About two years ago. Right when we sold the house and put mom in the nursing home,” she said softly, angrily wiping away her tears. He held her hand, and listened. “I found out I was pregnant and I had been trying to tell you, but it was one thing after another,” she said waving her arm from one side to the other. “It was never a good time. The night I was finally going to tell you, I had cooked dinner and made it all nice and… you never came home. Not until it was very late, anyway, and you stank of alcohol. You said you’d been out with your coworkers celebrating a big deal.” Tony remembered that night. He had seen the set up when he came home, but had been too drunk to ask. When he’d woken up the next morning, it was gone and so was Molly. He had assumed she’d gone to work.“That morning, after I woke up I started bleeding,” she continued. “I tried to wake you but you were passed out, s
“I’m over here,” said a small voice filled with pain. It was coming from the floor on the other side of the bed.He rushed over and saw her holding her foot, her hands covered in blood. Without a word he grabbed a towel from the closet, wrapped it around her foot, picked her up, and carried her into the kitchen. He set her down on a chair before unwrapping the towel. Molly winced in pain.“What happened, Mols?” he asked gently, sitting on the floor in front of her.She sighed. “I think Orange knocked a picture frame off the dresser and it broke. I stepped on the glass.”He washed her foot off gently. “It doesn’t look that bad,” he said. “You won’t need stitches.”“Good,” she said. She was so tired. Tony could hear it in her voice. “That’s the last thing I need.”Tony cleaned her foot up and handed her a rag to wash the blood off her hands. He was quiet as he carefully bandaged her foot up. He kissed her leg and held her foot in his lap.“You broke the door,” Molly said, exhaust
“Molly?” he ventured.She was pinching the bridge of her nose, trying to hold up her towel and the journal with one hand. “Yes, Tony?”“What secret were you keeping?” he asked softly. He reached out and fixed her towel. If the towel slipped again, he wasn’t sure what he’d do. Molly was gorgeous and he missed her so much. She wouldn’t look at him. “It doesn’t matter now,” she answered. “Please don’t jump off a bridge,” he said sadly. She still wouldn’t look at him. “I’m going to put on some clothes,” she said.Before he could stop himself, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. “I don’t mind you in just a towel,” he said softly into her ear.She looked at him, confused. “Muddy waters, Tony, remember?” she said. “It’s your rule, not mine. I didn’t know you were out here or I wouldn’t have come out in my towel.”“But…” he started. “Do you want to get back together?” she asked angrily. “I…” he hesitated.“Please leave, Tony,” Molly said with tears in her eyes
A few minutes after Molly got in the shower, there was a knock at her door.“Mols?” Tony called. “Hey Molly, come on – open up.” More knocking. “Please, Mols.”Maybe she’s in the shower, he thought. He pulled out the key that Molly insisted he keep after he moved out, in case of emergency. Molly didn’t have any other family outside of her mom, so Tony was still her emergency contact. While being ignored wasn’t an emergency, he didn’t like the thought of her sitting by herself being sad. He still loved her. He had been devastated when she agreed to the breakup and didn’t even try to fight for him. He went through with the breakup because he figured she didn’t love him anymore when she didn’t fight it. They hardly saw each other due to work, even though they had lived together. They had both changed and things were different between them, but he still loved her. He knew she thought of herself as a disappointment, but he never did. The last few years dealing with her mom’s rapidly
No one paid attention to Molly Monroe. She was average. She blended into the scenery, unremarkable with her shoulder length brown hair, brown eyes, and glasses – she was every girl and no girl in particular. Only two people in this world had ever truly seen Molly Monroe – her mother and Tony.Tony Morales was her high school – and only – boyfriend. They had broken up about a year ago. The reasons were numerous. He traveled a lot for his job, her schedule was strange, and they never saw each other. The spark had disappeared. The break up had been ‘mutual’ in that he suggested breaking up and she knew she had nothing to offer him, so she let it happen. In high school, she had been the one ‘with so much potential.’ Now she was just a disappointment and going nowhere. She was sure that’s why Tony dumped her, though he was too kind to say it. At least they were still friends and he would take her calls. He didn’t just drop her after eight years of dating.God, she missed Tony. Almost a
From the diaries of Grayson of Eswen, Duke of Odel, and Lydisia. Before I write any more, I want to be clear with anyone who finds this journal: my wife is the most amazing, smart, wonderful, kind, loving, and talented person I know. I would literally not be alive today without her. I would have died in my father's attack on Alderei. I love my wife. I always have. What can you say about someone you've loved since you were five years old?My wife gave me the family I've always wanted. She birthed six beautiful children, and we lost one little soul. Little Sawyer will always be acknowledged as part of our family and will always be in our hearts. Samuel, Olivia, Theodore, Charlotte, Benjamin, and Calista. They are the six the Mother chose to stay in this world. They are our world. I will admit to be slightly more overprotective of Olivia than the others, but she was the one we almost lost to my father. My oldest girl, my baby, was almost a sacrifice. I try not to think about my fathe
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