"I'll try to be more succinct. You held a certain fascination when you were beautiful, delicate and untouched. But now you're like one of the Arabians my father used to own: rode hard and put away wet. I don't want you anymore. And I can't see why anyone else would."

The words echoed through her head as she looked out the window of the small plane. Blair stared down at what had once been her beloved Upper East Side that she used to cherish, but now the mere thought of the place left a rancid taste in her mouth. No matter where she turned she was left with despise for the places that held her oldest memories. The only place left for her to go was France with her father and Roman.

Nate had made it perfectly clear that he was done with her. Serena's stupid offense to Blair's hatred for the blonde's boyfriend had once again put those two best friends against each other. Those that had once followed her willingly had willingly turned their backs on her. Little Jenny Humphrey thinking that she could just take everything Blair had worked so hard to get. And then there was Chuck. As much as she hated to admit it, his rejection had hurt the worst. She thought she had seen a change in him, but sadly, she was very mistaken. He didn't want her, and Blair was left completely alone.

Directing her glance to the inside of the jet, she let out a soft sigh. Blair didn't need them; she could get on with a new life. She may have had an extreme challenge ahead of her, but she was going to welcome it if only to get what she had left behind off her mind. Placing her hand lightly over her stomach, Blair's brown eyes fluttered shut and she sighed, "we will get through this," she whispered, "I promise baby."

Five months into the pregnancy, what was supposed to be the end of her junior year, Blair's cell rang with Serena's name flashing on the screen, but the brunette ignored the call, wanting the only tie between her and her former life to be this baby.

Seven months into the pregnancy, Blair had finally gotten up the courage to get a paternal test; finally finding out if the baby's father was Nate or Chuck. Her heart sank at the news, knowing that she was to be reminded of him every day.

On August 29th, the start of the Upper East Sider's senior year, Blair gave birth to Holly Michelle Waldorf; the brown eyes were as intense as the girl's father's, and Blair couldn't help but let a few tears fall.

By Christmas she was homesick, and after making very careful arrangements, she re-enrolled into Constance Billard for the last half of the semester. Making it home for the New Year, Blair prepared herself for what was to come. She knew that her reappearance would be similar to that of Serena's the year before, but she wasn't going to let her secret get out at all costs. If anyone found out about Holly, she would simply tell them that it was her cousin and she and Eleanor were just watching over her until Harold's sister recovered from the child birth that had nearly taken her life.

Blair could keep secrets better than anyone and it would ruin her completely, especially if Chuck found out. No. She would simply return to her former lie, take back what was hers, and graduate with honors to Yale. She wasn't going to miss out on perfection because of her daughter. Blair was going to get what she wanted.

Hey there Upper East Sider's, the arrival of a new year brings the arrival of a new semester, new scandals, new couples, new lies, and an especially new surprise. While it's said that tragedy brings us closer, here on the Upper East Side know different: for once upon a time there was a group of friends so revered that they became Manhattan's very own royalty. There was the troublemaking Prince, who would rather womanize than anything else. There was the golden Princess who drew the eye of everyone no matter if she wanted it or not. Then there was the blue eyed King, with a tortured air about him. And then there was his Queen, the royalist bitch of them all. Yet, as history shows, monarchies fall apart and those involved are left broken and bitter. And as the end of the senior year of our once great elites approach, there has been a subjective question throughout the kingdom pertaining to the rise of a new empire. As for my sources, well, rumor has it that there may just be a familiar face to stop Little J.'s coronation. And if the return of our former Queen B. is true, Manhattan has just become a war zone. Can out defeated Queen reclaim her throne, or will the prodigal princess teach her the true meaning of exile? Pick a side or run and hide. I have a feeling this one's to the death. You know you love me,

xo xo

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