Amara Meadows has always placed her job first, but with her journalism career slowly failing, she seems lost.
Although when she ends up spending a month in the palace covering the coronation of White Bridge's prince, she finds more than herself.
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Xavier takes the empty cup from my hand and throws it into the bin as we continue walking down the street. I smile to myself as he adjusts his sunglasses. It's a foolish attempt to hide his identity. Foolish because you'd recognize him from miles away even with them on, the suit being another giveaway when you take into account the type of people who walk these streets. Not to mention that since word got out of his departure from the throne his face is on the cover of almost every newspaper and magazine around. But I'll allow him the sweet thought of being in disguise if it made him feel at ease being out here in the open.
He tries to hide a yawn by looking across the street and I know it's a result of waking up at the butt-crack of dawn this morning and making me breakfast. Or at least attempting to do so considering the lack of cooking skills this man has. Despite the little cooking book, I got him to work from.
"I'm sorry that I woke you up this morning." Xavier looks at me for a second before pulling me out of someone's way. He smiles as I find myself against his chest for a few seconds.
"It wasn't so much the screaming, but rather the lack of snoring." I fold my arms in defense as he pulls away.
"I do not snore, Xavier." A hint of mischief sparkles in his dark eyes.
"You do and it's not the cute kind either, in fact, it's very unattractive if we're being completely honest. " My eyes grow large as I play with the strap of my bag. He bumps me with his shoulder and smiles. "I'm kidding. Well, you do actually snore, but I've gotten quite used to it by now. Now, who was bothering you so early anyway?" I sigh as we pass yet another group of girls who stare at Xavier with adoration. A hazard of going anywhere with him, he's like a magnet for every female around. It's bloody annoying and rude if you ask me, gawking over someone like that.
With total comfort I wrap my hand around his arm, feeling the hard shell of the cast under his blazer. "My boss, Wyatt. He's still obsessed with my damn article despite the fact that it's very much useless now. He wants me to either hand it in or collect my things from the office."
"Amara, if your job is at stake you need to do it. I don't mind. In fact, I want you to publish it because you worked hard on the piece and it should be seen by other people. "
"Thank you, but it's not a problem anymore. I don't have to do anything for him anymore, he's not my boss." Xavier stops walking and pulls me back with him to stop as well.
"Are you saying that you quit your job?"
"Yes, and before you start, you should know that it's not just about you. I still want to be a journalist and I will be, just not there. Wyatt cares about the story and nothing else, if people get hurt in the process it's not his problem. When I came to Whitebridge I had the same mindset and I don't ever want to be like that. The way he acted when I refused to give up the article was just the push I needed to realize that I don't belong there. "
