So, @canknot asked me if I was going to continue the TRR series I started on my old blog, @ashtonlaurent. I had sort of given up on writing a chapter 5 since so much has changed in TRR since then, but I figured that I might as well end out the series!
Summary: Established in Washington DC, Maxwell and Kennedy (MC) watch Liam’s coronation and the ball on television.
Rating: T for smoochies and champagne bottle throwing.
on! It’s on!”
shouted as he pressed the few buttons on the computer and glanced to the wall
in front of the couch. Instantly, the
live stream from the Cordonian Broadcasting Corporation appeared on the 85 inch TV
hanging on the living room wall in the Ambassador’s residence.
coming,” Kennedy said, holding the bottle of wine with one hand and two glasses
in the other.
It was only noon in
Washington DC, but it was seven in Cordonia and she couldn’t think of a better
excuse to day drink than watch Liam become king. She settled into the couch beside Maxwell,
pouring two glasses of sparkling wine.
She handed one to him and then curled up beside him, snuggling under the
arm he threw over her shoulders. He
pressed a kiss to her forehead and she smiled, reaching out to stroke small
hearts on his thigh.
Together, they watched
the coronation ceremony, laughing and pointing out everyone that they
recognized. Liam looked predictably
stoic as he walked down the aisle and was crowned, while the now former king
and queen sat on the first row, the barest hint of smiles on their faces. Bertrand sat a few rows back, his face a
little paler than usual and his frown a little more pronounced.
“Has he returned your
calls yet?” Kennedy asked Maxwell. When
he shook his head, she sighed and took a sip of her wine. “Give him time. It can’t be all bad to have the ambassador
for a younger brother. He’ll come
They watched the
procession from the church back to the palace, refilling their glasses and
snacking on a large bowl of popcorn that their butler brought to them.
“I gotta’ say,” Maxwell
said as he took a handful of popcorn. “Having
a staff to wait on you full time is the best part of this job.”
Kennedy rolled her
eyes. “Not living here with me?”
Grinning, he bent over
and kissed her passionately, the sensation racing down to the tips of her toes
and everywhere in between. When he
pulled away a moment later, his grin was mischevious but honest. “No… living with you is the best part of my
“Charmer,” she said,
smiling as he pressed another kiss to the tip of her nose.
The program cut to
commercial, and when it returned, the cameras were broadcasting from inside the
ballroom where Liam would announce which woman he had chosen for his wife.
“Who do you think is getting
the final rose?” Maxwell asked in a gossipy, girly voice.
“Shh!” Riley said,
sitting up and moving to the edge of the couch.
The ballroom erupted in
applause as Liam walked up to the podium.
He waved politely the crowd until they quieted and the only sound left
was the sound of clinking glasses or occasional cough. “My fellow countrymen,” Liam said, barely
looking down at his notes. “To become
your king is an honor I never expected nor dreamt of. But now that I am, I can imagine no greater
“Fifty bucks on Madeline,” Maxwell muttered.
“You’re on,” Riley
giggled, picking up a few pieces of popcorn and tossing them at him. He caught them in his mouth with a smile.
She turned back to the
TV. She didn’t know if it was the wine
making her feel so nostalgic and reflective, but she was suddenly overcome with
pride and happiness. Liam was one of the
best things that had happened to her, not only because he had shown her what
she was capable of, but because he’d helped her find the man she wanted to
spend the rest of her life with him. He
deserved nothing but the best out of life, and she hoped that this day was the
start of a beautiful, wonderful life for him.
Liam continued. “This social season has given me much to
think about. In a short time, I’ve had
to learn how to adapt to my new role, how to do what is best for Cordonia, and
how to overcome obstacles and disappointments that come my way.
“During this social
season, I met several remarkable women, all of whom were from different walks
of life with different viewpoints and different ideas of how to rule this
country by my side. In truth, all of
these women would be excellent partners and rulers.”
He paused, looking
up. His eyes caught the camera, and for
a moment, Kennedy almost imagined he was looking at her. But a second later, he was looking back at
the crowd. “As you know, Cordonian law
dictates that in an engagement season, a royal prince must select his bride
from the women presented at court.”
He stopped, not bothering
to look down at his notes as a slow smile appeared on his face. “However, Cordonian law makes no such rules
and regulations regarding the King’s choosing of a wife.”
A murmur went up from the
ballroom. Kennedy reached up and pressed
a hand to her chest as her heart began to beat wildly and beside her, Maxwell’s
“What is he—“
“As I am now King of
Cordonia, and not a royal prince, I am under no obligation to choose a wife
from the women presented to me this social season.”
Someone in the back of
ballroom shouted and people began to look around wildly, their attention torn
between the shouting in the back and the king at the podium. The camera cut to the former king and queen,
who had gone pale and were quietly whispering to one another.
broadened. “Therefore, as my first act
as King, it is my pleasure to announce to you, and to the rest of my beautiful
country, that I will not marry this year.
Cordonia deserves a queen who cares more for the people than for the
crown, who cares more for people than politics, and who comes to this life of
her own accord instead of being forced to compete.”
Someone at Madeline’s table
fainted and someone at Olivia’s stood, throwing a bottle towards a different
table half way across the ballroom. As
the bottle crashed into someone’s head and someone else screamed, the screen
went black. A second later, a CBC logo
appeared on the screen along with “We’ll be right back!” crawling across the bottom
of the screen.
The landline next to the
couch began to ring, as did both of their cell phones.
picked his up and glanced at the incoming number, grimacing before he picked it
up between two fingers like a dangerous animal and dropped it behind the couch
cushions where it buzzed continuously. “What
in the hell was that?” he asked. “Is he
trying to start a revolution?”
Kennedy said, laughing as she leaned over, pressing a kiss to her love’s still
shocked face. “He’s doing what he was
born to do… rule.“
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