'You never turn away from a challenge, do you, Sir?' My hand, out of its own accord inched and my eyes just stared her. The tips of my fingers made a light contact with her cheek and my hand stroked the soft, sweet skin there as my eyes searched the depths of her soul. 'Never.' I whispered in a low voice. My eyes didn't leave hers. . Far away from prying eyes of London as the stony head employer Mr Ambrose and his secretary Lilly Linton set on a ship, what happens when Lilly challenges him to get deliriously drunk? Will the alcohol melt the stone cold facade of the ice berg that is Rikkard Ambrose or there would be much more to him than what meets the eye?

"When I stepped on land, I thought I was safe from drowning but when I look into your eyes, I'm not sure anymore." -Lilly Linton "She felt like a crate of diamonds wrapped in cashmere blankets. Soft. Precious. Something I never, ever wanted to let go of." -Rikkard Ambrose It's clear as day they both have feelings for each other and yet they keep denying it. They keep me up all night wondering what is going to happen. If it's the same with, you are at the right place my friend! This book contains one shots, Ambrose POV for some chapter, future one shots and more! PS. I know you're here on a non-wednesday day. ;) *all the characters belong to Rob Their, the original writer of these books. If you haven't read them yet, boy are you wasting your life. Go now!

This is a fanfiction of S & S E of T S And S is G I don't own any of the characters maybe some are my imagination the story is a creation of RobThier Dedicated to Mr. RobThier

This is a fanfiction, considering that anything from this account will be fanfiction. All credit goes to the marvelous author @RobThier, for creating a masterpiece such as Storm and Silence, and it's sequel: In The Eye of The Storm. The characters are not mine, just merely borrowing them. x. Ambrosial (adj.) 1. worthy of the gods; ambrosian; 2. extremely pleasing to the taste; sweet and fragrant; She was something that I couldn't decipher. She was a mystery just as I am. She was something that I couldn't help but let my mind wander to. She was always a question that needn't be answered. You just have to understand her. And, I do. That was what I was afraid of. I can't afford to lose time. But then again, time seems not to be lost when I'm with her. And maybe, that's enough for me. {I can warn you right now that this would not be the same as the original because I suck at imitations and I do not plan on borrowing Sir Rob's writing style (which is flawless, by the way), and my writing style will probably be dominant. This would probably cause a lot of confusion (most of my stories do) since I am not really used to reading or writing Historical Fiction. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. I will not tolerate ludicrous comments, whining and comparing this to the original.} Cheers.

*STORM AND SILENCE BELONGS TO THE FANTASTIC ROB THIER* When Lilly receives her first paycheck, she starts wondering- what to do with the money? Besides buying chocolate, a suit that fits and getting Uncle Bufford's cane back, of course. Lilly has already shown women are capable of working, now she's taking on another challenge: show those dratted men there's no reason women shouldn't go to college. (Fear not, there is plenty of Lambrose :3 and a surprise appearance by... Well, I can't tell you that, can I?) Dear ifrits, Join me in pretending nothing bad ever happened until it's all fixed and Lilly and Rikkard are canon. Yours in denial, Hiraeth.

My second place winning entry for Sir Rob's fanfiction contest! ____________________________ It should have been easier to find her, with less people in the way. It should have been the easiest mission in his life. He'd faced greater challenges than this and had triumphed every time. But what should have been an easy task was rapidly sending Rikkard into a slight panic. He had been looking for two hours. And she was still nowhere to be found. He wanted to yell. He wanted to rage and storm and trample the city over, tearing it out by its roots until he found her. He couldn't afford to lose her. He didn't want to lose her. The only thing he wanted was to find her and go home, away from this accursed place, far from its infinite streets and bothersome shopkeepers. He should have never come here. It wasn't worth losing two people in one night; first his prey and then the girl. It wasn't worth the failure he now felt the weight of on his shoulders, the hole in his heart. Funny. He had never wished for help in his life, but now, more than anything, he wished that there was someone there to help him find his Lilly. ____________________________ All characters belong to the wonderful Sir Rob, author of the Storm and Silence series.