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Chapter Two: Best Friend


Drake shook his head in amusement. Ordering medium-rare fillet mignon with bearnaise sauce at a bar? These guys were hopeless. He was sure that being nobility had its advantages, but from what he had seen of the royal court, it seemed that commoners like Drake had more common sense, which, really, was a skill that was more useful than wine pairing or waltz.

He took over the ordering. "We'll be fine with a bottle of whiskey… and four deluxe burgers."

"Four?" the waitress repeated, puzzled.

At her question, Drake nodded his head to indicate that she should turn around, and when she did, their group's order finally made sense to her. After speaking as politely to Liam as she had to the rest of them, she left to take their order to the kitchen.

From the lack of fawning, it was obvious that she had no idea who Liam was, and Drake hoped it stayed that way…


…except it didn't. One trip to an admittedly gorgeous beach cove later, Liam apparently spilled the beans about being a prince, and, all of a sudden, the waitress – whose name turned out to be Riley – was taking him on a private tour to see the Statue of Liberty.

Which was suspicious.

Even in Drake's own family, there were people who kept telling him that he was 'wasting' his friendship with Liam; that he should ask to be made minor nobility or a court adviser or something else that would elevate Drake's family's status. He had no intention of listening to them.

And Drake knew how other people, especially Cordonian nobility, saw him – as a random guy who mooched off of Liam's private jets and expensive banquets and exotic trips around the world.

Frankly, he didn't care that they thought that because he knew it wasn't true. His best friend was Liam, not 'Prince' Liam.

But he knew that not everybody had that kind of attitude. Riley had taken Liam to the Statue of Liberty after she found out that he was a prince, not before.

Of course, maybe she had nothing evil in mind. Maybe she wasn't a gold digger. Maybe she was just a normal person who was looking for a chance to have an exciting story to tell her friends…


…and if she was, she definitely got it when that idiot Maxwell volunteered to sponsor her in the competition.

He would really need to have a word with that moron.

Because he was a commoner himself, Drake knew how conniving, mercenary, and deceptive most commoners could be. Maybe Riley genuinely thought she and Liam could have something meaningful; or maybe she was just a random girl who wanted a once-in-a-lifetime experience… or maybe she had less innocent plans in mind.

Drake honestly didn't know… but he loved Liam like a brother, and if this waitress was out to take advantage of him in any way, she would have Drake to answer to.


(End of Chapter Two.) (T-06/05/17.) (F-17/06/18.)


Chapter Two notes: (B01-C01.) This is what I theorize Drake is like - the nobles don't trust him because he's a commoner, but in reality, it's other commoners whom they shouldn't trust, and Drake, in his own way, is trying to protect his best friend from people who might take advantage of him :) I think that would explain perfectly why he's less than welcoming towards Riley in the plane - like he's seen gold digging commoners in the past, so he has no reason to trust her :(

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