Abby has a boyfriend. That doesn’t stop the way she looks at you. It doesn’t stop the way you wonder if he takes care of her or if you could do it better.
After long days of ruling and loss, Rhaenyra finally allows herself to rest, letting the crown come off, and trusting you with the quiet moments she never shows the world.
The relationship was discovered. It had to end. Not because it wasn’t real, but because it was. Now you sit across from Emily in briefing rooms and pretend the love is gone. If given the choice again… neither of you would change it.
You keep running into them at the same quiet fundraisers across London. The conversations stretch a little longer each time. The eye contact lingers. Neither of you are reckless enough to name it. Not yet.
She looks like her. She sounds like her. But she doesn’t love you the same. She swears nothing has changed. But someone else knows her body better now.
It starts small, late nights, lingering touches, feelings that arrive far too early. You tell yourself it’s nothing, that you should probably go. But every time Ginny looks at you, you wonder if she feels it too.
Abby’s single. Finally. You’ve wanted her for longer than you care to admit, and now that there’s no one standing in the way, you’re done pretending it doesn’t mean something. The only problem? Abby knows exactly how badly you want her. And she’s enjoying it.