Chapter 1 of the sequel to To Save What You Love! If you haven't read that, I really suggest doing so, or this won't make a lot of sense...

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Running a hand over his face in exhaustion, the man opened the door of his small home in the village of the kingdom, Legayn. He entered the first room of the house; a sort of common room attached to a tiny kitchen. He silently peered into the kitchen, his wife immediately coming into view. She was sat at the small table for four, her hands cradling her face as short, heartbreaking sobs shook her shoulders.

He licked his lips and strode up behind her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. "I know, dear," he whispered into her dirty-blonde hair.

"What did we do to deserve this?" she choked out.

He didn't reply. He simply took her into his arms and reassured her that everything would be right again.

Amber Millington dragged the brush through her long, blonde locks silently. Normally, she would smile at her reflection, adoring the woman that sat before her, but today, a frown pulled at her perfect pink lips. Her gray eyes followed the brush's slow strokes.

When she was finally happy with her appearance, she stood from the vanity and smoothed out the skirt of her light pink dress. Her eyes darted to the clock on the wall and she took a deep breath, grabbing her white cloak from the hook on the wall. She hurried out of her chambers and floated down the soundless hallway. She pushed through the door leading to the kitchen and inched past all the cooking utensils.

Placing a hand over her rapidly beating heart as if it would calm it, she tiptoed to the small stable house that was located behind the horse stalls. She gently tapped on the wooden door and a few seconds later, it opened.

Alfie Lewis' eyebrows furrowed. "Ambs, what's wrong?" he asked worriedly.

It was only then that Amber realized she was crying. She just shook her head and wrapped her arms around his neck and he held her back, a bit confused by the situation.

She pulled back and wiped the tears from her cheeks. "You know why I'm leaving," she whispered and leant in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "I love you."

"Amber—" he started as she began to leave, and she turned. "I—I know that it never would have worked out for us, but…"

She pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear as tears pricked at the corners of Alfie's brown eyes.

"God, there are so many things I wanted to say." He admitted. He bit his lip, willing himself not to cry. "I love you too."

"Oh, Alfie," she cooed, cupping his cheek and kissing the other. "I want you to be happy. You wouldn't be Alfie without being happy. Do whatever you must do to be happy."

Wide, green eyes darted around the throne room. Red and watery, they looked for a sign of life. And then in the doorway to the right, a man stepped into view. He stood tall, like he was in control. His face was kind though. He looked, acted and dressed like a king.

And Eddie felt small in this man's presence.

"Can I help you?" he asked kindly. "I understand that you asked for the king, but he is out of town on business at the moment."

"You see, sire," Joy curtseyed. She was Eddie's babysitter. "I was babysitting this young boy, but his parents—they've passed away in a boating accident not far from the docks…I don't know where to go."

Tears threatened to spill from the eight-year-old's eyes. He looked up at the man shyly.

"Peter—" a woman began, but she stopped in the doorway he'd just come from. "Oh, I'm sorry; I didn't know you were busy."

"No, dear, I could use your advice." Peter motioned for her to take the spot at his side and she did so. "Clarissa, this young boy is without parents and has no other living relatives. What do you suggest we do?"

She kneeled before Eddie and his green eyes met her brown ones. "Oh, you poor thing—Peter,"

"Yes?" he responded.

"Would it be awfully difficult if we adopted him?" she wondered.

Eddie's eyes flitted between the royals. They were going to adopt him? He was nothing but a poor boy that lived in the village and they wanted him to be part of their family? Why?

The important man gazed down at Eddie and a small smile twitched at the corners of his lips.

Eddie sat up straight and looked around his bedroom. Everything was in its place, but he wasn't. He had never been in place at the palace. Sure, Jerome made him feel like a brother; Clarissa made him feel like a son; Peter made him feel like a prince, but he never felt like he belonged in the family.

Patricia Williamson. Patricia was the only person that had ever made him feel like he was a part of something.

He leaned back into the pillows on his bed. He hadn't had a dream about that day in a while, but he guessed it was because he had put the pieces together. Peter had granted Clarissa's wishes of taking him in as their son for one reason: to be betrothed. He hadn't realized it before, but he had been set up for this betrothal with Amber Millington. From the very beginning, he was a pawn.

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The lyrics that inspired the title of this story: "In the chill of your stare I am painfully lost, like a deer in the lights of an oncoming bus. For the thrill of your touch I will shamefully lust, as you tell me we're nothing but trouble. Heart's on fire tonight; feel my bones ignite, feels like war, war. Feels like war, war. Heart's on fire tonight; feel my bones ignite, feels like war, war. Feels like war, war." - A Love Like War by All Time Low ft. Vic Fuentes (Pierce The Veil)

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-Rachel