the inheritance games - the final gambit 

The flames burn tall.

Who am I to fall?

Is a puppet a mere puppet?

Or the mastermind behind it all.

" 𝙸 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜
𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎
𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚢. "

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇: Arlene Amira Grambs
isn't who she thinks she is.
Grayson Davenport Hawthorne
isn't who he knows he is.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶.
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘦.

ARLENE AMIRA GRAMBS:

Her life was normal. As normal as she could get... before her sister got in trouble in school. Or precisely before she got in trouble with some guy who thinks he's Aaron Warner. Fun Fact? The man had no idea who even the King was. Uncultured people, surrounded by them, she was.

A wildfire needs dry grass and a simple spark. She was dry grass and the Hawthornes were an entire blow torch: the hot grandson(s) and the enigmatic dead grandpa. Less than a week in, and every ounce and inch of her boring old life as a waiter in some low-paid diner, living in a car with her sister, burst into inferno itself.

Her boring but loved life.

You see, Arlene wasn't meant for greatness. She was determined that dying old, wrinkly, and unknown to the world was written in her book with blood ink. But apparently, that book was old and made out of nothing. The world knows Arlene more than she does herself. The world wants Arlene dead, alive, happy, miserable, and everything. Memories return. 

Memories and a life she never knew she had. And it all leads to him again and again. No matter where she turned or where she went. Arlene Amira Grambs would always find her way back to the perfect Hawthorne.

GRAYSON DAVENPORT HAWTHORNE:

Allow him to explain. Grayson knew exactly what he was. He was the heir to everything. He was the heir to a legacy of power, blood, sweat, and tears. He was trained to be nothing less and everything more. 

Until she came and destroyed him entirely.

He fell for her. He fell for her in such a way he couldn't breathe without her. In such a way that colors would dull when not her. In such a way smiles would wither when not by her. In such a way no one in this world could be his like her. And she was snatched away from him so long ago. So long ago that he accepted the suffocation. So long that he let his eyes drink the dull colors. The empty smiles. But he could not find her again.

He tried. He tried so much. But no one, not one was his darling. His everything.

Then came a few sisters from nowhere, Connecticut. And one completely changed him. Head to toe, he could breathe again. He hated it. He was raised to be powerful, worthy, and flawless. Not...whatever the tornado of chaotic messy feelings he was. He grew up against that.

He knew that he had to protect a legacy stolen from him. That was all there was to it. And yet there was a deep, hidden part of him that clung onto the hope that maybe this time... just this time, his Dove would fly back home to her Raven.

The raven and the dove meet again

♕

INTRODUCING!!

...

ARLENE AMIRA GRAMBS

"This beauty knows how to use a knife and chainsaw in all the wrong ways. Be very afraid."

arlene :- doll, 'heiress', leena, rina, sweetheart, boss lady, the rose, ( ̶d̶o̶v̶e̶ ).
'hah! admit it, you love me, hawthorne.'
DOLLY! DOLLY! DOLLY!

That's so true; Gracie Abrams

&

GRAYSON DAVENPORT HAWTHORNE

"The world bends to Grayson Hawthorne's will. You're right, dear, it is a fine text to wake up to."

grayson :- heir apparent, the hawthorne, powerful, gray, pretty boy, ray, ( ̶r̶a̶v̶e̶n̶ ). 
'your manic disease has infected me. kiss me again.'
LOVER! LOVER! LOVER!

Family line; Conan Gray

Will you make it?

You will make it.

- 𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙲𝙻𝙰𝙸𝙼𝙴𝚁 - 

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- coremakii