A/N: Hi guys. I actually wrote this a while ago (about the same time I wrote My Pedestal which was right after But I'm a Gilmore, so that should give you some indication of a timeline), but I am posting it now with a special dedication to Mallory who had a really terrible day at school today.

This is a ONE-SHOT, and it's a companion piece, so reading My Pedestal is suggested but not required. Also, if anyone is in any need of some Rogan goodness, I'm told my story Antabuse is quite good… but enough shameless self promotion.

Thank you everyone who reviewed My Pedestal, and please, remember to read and review!

My Kingdom

If you've ever been dragged kicking and screaming to the edge of a cliff and thrown from it against your will, then you know how it feels.

I had an entire kingdom, a throne, a name for myself, a legion of willing women throwing themselves at my feet – they're still waiting there for my so-called "inevitable return", actually.

I have literally been fed from a silver platter; I hardly remember the last time I put even a monochrome of effort into anything I did, and no matter how many times I've screwed up, the silver spoon has never been taken from its life long residence. I've been wanted or envied by everyone I've ever met.

Oh yes, my reign was supreme, everlasting. It was entrusted upon me to beat every record known to Hartford high society. I was destined to win it.

After all, it's not like I've ever been told "no" or not had someone in the palm of my hand the second I introduced myself.

And then there was her. Yes, the cliché of clichés of good innocent girl brings bad, rich playboy to his senses came true. And for me! Of all the people she could have flashed those blues at, could have entrapped in her little fairytale, good-enough-to-be-a-movie romantic life, it had to be me.

I would like to give myself credit for holding onto my golden throne for so long. I was determined.

Then she kissed me for the first time, and my fingers slipped – enter the kicking and screaming. I must say it has got to be the first time I ever threw a tantrum, the first time someone denied me something I asked for.

I teetered precariously at the edge of the cliff for sometime – my clever remarks and witty comebacks kept her off her guard. Then the wind came, and I was blown away – only, at the time (while there were still ledges for me to latch onto) I hadn't realized it. Two weeks of unadulterated bliss was all it took; then reality struck. I was falling hard and fast into an unknown situation.

No matter what I say, I have never been a fan of the unknown.

I'm not sure when I stopped falling, landing on what had appeared to be a rock from way up high – once you land it's actually quite comfy – but it happened. It happened and I tried desperately to climb back up to where I was so sure I belonged.

Then she had the nerve to threaten to put me back – the girl, who had so unwittingly dragged me down to her, threatened to take away what I never realized I had.

No one takes something away from me without my permission, and I found it impossible to give. So, I did the one thing I swore I'd never do – I settled down. I didn't settle, and I personally like to think that neither did she. Nope, no matter what my former subjects say, I'm here to stay, just my Ace and me.

All the mighty kings must fall, but let's just say, I made out better than most.