Say You Love Me
Prince Liam x MC
Summary: When the girl he loves doubts if his feelings for her are true.
My well manicured fingers tugged at the fabric of the skin tight cocktail dress, attempting to pull it lower down my bare legs. The engagement tour so far seemed to be crawling with the most eligible nobles, each of whom didn’t hesitate to allow their eyes to rake my body. It made me ill just thinking of the thoughts invading these men’s minds. Little did they know, the one man on my mind was Cordonia’s newly crowned King.
At the thought of Liam, my heart seemed to flutter. I couldn’t help the small smile play at my lips as my body suddenly felt the ghost of his touch. The effect he had over me was dangerous, especially when we were supposed to stay apart. I could never seem to help it. Liam was intoxicating and by this point I was far beyond addicted.
My eyes scanned the room, searching for the man I love in order to steal a few moments with him. The well-dressed crowd made it surprisingly difficult to spot him. As my eyes raked across the dance floor, I was pleased to find him sharing a dance with his mother as the orchestra continued to play a soft melody. His mother whispered something quietly to the King, instantly causing a harmonious laugh to escape his throat. I smiled at the sound, I adored seeing him genuinely happy.
“You know, you’re not making your feelings for the King very subtle,” A familiar voice teases. I roll my eyes obnoxiously before turning to face Maxwell. A small smirk played at the corners of his lips as he gently nudged my arm. “You know I’m just messing around. I think your love story is one for the ages!” He exclaimed, capturing the attention of a few people nearby. I quickly quieted him, gesturing to the eavesdroppers. A handful of the nobles share judging stares before turning away, resuming their likely pointless conversation.
“It would be one for the ages if we were even allowed to be together,” I sighed aloud, glancing towards the faraway King once more. It seemed so unfair to me. Liam was so close, yet he was just out of my reach. I noticed his bright blue eyes scanning the room, stopping once they landed on me. A genuine smile overtook his features, his eyes shining a little brighter as we stared at one another from across the room. I felt my cheeks burning a little from the intensity of his look, but unfortunately his mother stole his attention once again causing him to tear his eyes from mine.
Maxwell chuckled, forcing me to tear my thoughts away from the King. His brown eyes sparkled as he stole two flutes of champagne from the tray of a server passing by. He passes me a drink before raising his glass in the air, “Lighten up! It’s a party, remember?” Maxwell delicately touches his flute to mine before raising it to his lips. I quickly follow suit, wanting to lighten up as Maxwell suggested. I tip the contents into my mouth, savoring the flavors of the expensive champagne.
After quickly finishing my beverage, the clinking sound of glass captures the attention of the entire room. The drunken nobles are swift to silence one another, their eyes turning towards King Liam and his fiance. He and Madeline stand at the front of the room, his arm tightly wound around her waist, a wide smile plastered across each of their features.
He proceeds to deliver a pretty mundane and repetitive speech, thanking the court for attending, thanking the host, and emphasizing how excited he was to marry his lovely fiance. I force myself not to scoff loudly at that bit. Liam begins his closing words before he is interrupted by the head of household. The large drunken man slurs loudly, “Enough talking, kiss the girl!”
My body stiffens as the room begins to applaud, encouraging the happy couple to prove one another’s devotion to each other. I grip my arm tightly in attempt to remain calm, I had to remember it was more than likely people were watching me and taking note of my reaction. With that thought in mind, I politely clap along as if the sight wasn’t going to nauseate me.
I watch as Liam’s eyes frantically scan the room, likely looking for me. His eyes are quick to find mine and I somehow manage to nod, assuring the man I was okay. He then turned his fiance, gently cupping her cheeks as he leaned in closer to unite their lips. At the contact, the room burst into cheers at the sight of the engaged couple while I was holding back tears. My teeth gnawed at the inside of my cheek, trying to distract myself from the sight.
The two of them together seemed natural, easy. They easily had the appearance of a royal couple and despite what Liam has assured me so many times before, it did seem like some sort of chemistry existed between the pair. Unable to conceal my feelings any longer, I exited the grand ballroom beginning the small trek back to my bedroom.
I managed to fight the tears threatening to spill from my eyes until I reached the privacy of my room, slamming the door shut behind me. I felt like a fool coming back. It would have been better if I went back to New York, not just for the sake of my feelings, but for everyone else. Liam wouldn’t have to deal with the complications of my presence at court and he could likely be happy with Madeline. I was able to imagine their blissful future with one another, and I felt quite confident Liam was beginning to become more conscious of that image as well.
A knock at my door pulled me from my thoughts. I quickly rub at my eyes with the back of my hand, likely smearing the makeup that Hana had worked so long to perfect. I sniffle a bit, trying to quiet my sobs before opening the door. No one other than Liam stands within the frame, a look of concern overtaking his features.
I begin to close the door once more, but he presses his palm to it before entering my room. My head shakes at his obvious stubbornness, but I allow him past me and quietly close the door in order to prevent others from interrupting. His eyes scan my features, taking notice of my slightly swollen eyes and sniffling nose. “Have you been crying?” He questions quietly, gaze darting towards the floor.
A laugh of disbelief escapes my throat, “No, my allergies are just really bad this time of year,” I’m surprised my smart ass remark somehow managed to get a quiet chuckle from him, but nonetheless I was happy to hear his laughter. I rub my eyes once more before asking more solemnly, “What am I doing here, Liam? Why am I letting myself get hurt over and over as I watch you fall in love with someone else?”
He crosses the room towards me, taking my small hands in his. I try to pull away, but his grip remains firm and tight around my palms. He releases one of my hands to cup my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes. “Who the hell said I was falling in love with Madeline?” His voice breaks at the end of his sentence, as if he was the one now choking back tears.
I pull away from him, the contact between us only making it easier to give into him. My arms cross around my chest as if I was protecting myself from him as his glistening eyes continue to bear into mine. “It’s so easy to see the future you have with Madeline. She can provide so much more that I can’t, and I want you to have that,” I explain, focusing my eyes on the wall behind him.
“I don’t want any of that with Madeline. I never have and I never will. All I want and will ever want is you,” He begins, starting to slowly close the distance between us. “I want to wake up beside you every morning, I want to be able to kiss you in public, hold your hand, take you all over the world because I know how badly you crave to see it,” His hands pull mine from my chest, positioning them directly over his heart.
“My heart only beats for you, no matter how cheesy it sounds. You’re the one I’ve always wanted. How can I make you see that?” He questions.
“Say you love me, Liam,” I respond quietly.
All at once, our lips crash together furiously, the tension in the room driving our bodies into a frenzy. My hands tug at his clothes, silently begging for the suit on his body to be shed. He is quick to comply, before tugging at the zipper across my back. The dress I was wearing turns to a pool of fabric at my feet as we continue to trip towards the bed, the only sounds being the loud beating of our racing hearts and the kisses we shared.
As I fall onto the mattress, Liam pulls apart for a brief moment. “I am so incredibly in love with you,” With those words, our bodies melt together, nothing able to contain our passion.