USWNT & NWSL One-Shot Collection

** - Royal II - R. Daly (Houston Dash)

A/N: So thanks to backseatgaffer for this idea as well as the idea for part three. <3 

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POV: Rachel Daly

"Lady Rachel Daly

1400 McKinney Street

Apt 403

Houston, TX 77010"

A month ago I got the invitation in the mail, along with a first class plane ticket. The envelope had been titled rather interestingly, which of course had the team cracking jokes at my expense.

"Lady Rachel? Do you have a title too there Rach?" Laine asked as she juggled the soccer ball at her feet.

"Not that I know of, then again, I haven't been home in at least a year." I added, shrugging. "Who knows what happened before Y/N's family passed. I didn't have the chance to make it for the funeral, but we have been talking nearly every night."

A few of the team were passing by as I said that and they stopped.

"Hang on, you are still in contact with Y/N? Like... the soon to be QUEEN?" Kristie Mewis asked, looking at me.

"She's been one of my best friends for two years, of course we still talk."

"You mean she's your boo-thing and you two haven't broken it off yet." Abby Dahlkemper spoke up, crossing her arms.

I blushed brightly. Y/N and I had gotten together about two months after she moved to Houston. Neither of us wanted to bring up the fact that she was now Queen and I was no longer a viable option for marriage. As Princess Royal, her love life was rather open to whatever she wanted, as Queen she needed a royal, or at least a titled male partner, to provide an heir to the throne.

"Rachel?" Laine's voice cut through my thoughts as she put her hand on my shoulder. "You good?"

"What... oh yeah. Fine."

"DALY!" The coach called, waving his arm in my direction.

I crossed the pitch to him, kicking the ball I had been messing with up into my arms. "Yes Coach?"

"You have a phone call, one that can't be ignored. Practice is almost over, go take it then head home. We have training tomorrow morning at 11." He said, pointing to one of the Training assistants standing in the tunnel.

"Got it coach." I answered, before heading over to the training assistant. "Phone call?"

She hands me my cell phone and shrugs. "I was just told to hand this to you."

I nodded, bringing the phone to eye level. I didn't recognize the number, but I put it to my ear anyway.

"Hello?"

"Is this Lady Rachel Daly?" a male voice asked.

"Yes." I answered simply, before the man told me to hold. The call went silent for several seconds before an all too familiar voice came to the phone.

"Rach." Y/N's voice calmed me instantly.

"Hey... what's up? I'm still at practice." I knew that we had a call we set up for later this evening, but she was calling early.

"I... I have to talk to you." Her voice was nervous, something I was not used to.

"Y/N, what's wrong?"