She looks around to see that along with her and the Beaumonts, Drake and Hana have been thrown from the palace. While Drake and Bertrand storm silently, Maxwell and Hana give her pitiful looks that make her feel broken. Noticing that Maxwell’s phone is still in her hand, she stares down at the screen without really seeing.
All at once people are calling her name, but she makes no effort to respond. When Drake knocks the phone from her hand and forcefully grabs her shoulders to snap her from her stupor, she glares at him with such intensity that his hands drop back to his sides. She realizes what she’s done and her face drops. The tears she’s tried so valiantly to hold back now flow down her cheeks.
"I let him down,“ she presses a hand over her mouth to cover her sobbing. "I love him and I let him get hurt.” The others stare at her, unmoving. She wraps her arms around herself tightly, willing her hands to stop shaking, willing her lungs to take in air, willing the pain to go away.
If I were the woman in the story, I would’ve never let anyone hurt my lover in the first place.
Liam stands before his people as their new king, unfeeling. The crowd swirls around him, someone takes his arm, somewhere he hears the distant chatter that faithfully follows a scandal. He can’t seem to focus on any one thing; the lights and ballgowns blur together in a light show that only makes him nauseated.
When his father steps up beside him and claps him on the shoulder, smiling, the spell is broken and Liam forces himself to smile back, the happiness he felt only moments ago slowly slipping away from him while he realizes what he’s just done, what has just changed his life in a way he had never truly imagined.
All of his subjects offer their congratulations, the people that are meant to be closest to him suffocating him as they press closer and closer until he wants to run from the room. He tries to remind himself that this what was meant for him all along, that he must think about his people no matter how badly he feels his heart is breaking.
And yet, the only person I’ve been thinking about all night is you.