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By:B. B. Hamel


It didn’t matter, at least not tonight. I wasn’t going to solve any serious national crises over a feast.

No, I had more important things to do.

Once I was finished with the room, I quickly disappeared out the front door. My security detail stuck with me as I doubled back through the side halls, heading toward the balcony.

I pushed open the doors and stepped outside. I looked at the security captain, a man named Alfonse.

“Al, stay back, will you? The girl might be coming soon. Let her through if she shows.”

He nodded. “Very well, sir.”

They melted into the hallway as I stepped out onto the large balcony. It overlooked the city, and I was always impressed by the view.

Stehen was as modern a city as we had in Starkland, though the country was slowly catching up. The Starklandian people were hearty peasant folks, but they sure as hell loved their high-speed internet and their iPads. As far as I was concerned, progress was a great thing, and I wanted every single person in my kingdom to advance in life.

That was what bothered me the most about the rebels in the south. They wanted democracy, which was all well and good, but they also thought I was some kind of tyrant. Truthfully, the cabinet ministers did most of the ruling, and I was only consulted on the most important matters. Besides, I only wanted what was best for my people. I wanted every single one of them to have the best life possible, and I couldn’t do that with the rebels killing and attacking towns and villages.

They called me a tyrant. They called me a dictator, a killer. But the truth was, those rebels were far more violent than I ever was. I cautioned my generals, made sure they didn’t harm any civilians, but the rebels didn’t care about that. They burned, raped, and killed indiscriminately, all in the name of democracy. They were really just a bunch of killers and thieves seizing this opportunity to wreak some havoc.

I took a deep breath and then let it out, calming myself down. Democracy was something I wanted for Starkland as well, but it just wasn’t the time. Things were too uncertain.

I heard steps coming up behind me and turned. Standing in the doorway, looking nervous, was Bryce.

I grinned hugely at her. I knew she’d come. “Fancy seeing you here,” I said to her.

“It’s beautiful out here,” she said, walking toward me.

Instantly my heart started beating harder in my chest. The girl was absolutely gorgeous, with long beautiful legs and a body that I needed to feel underneath me. Every inch of her skin screamed to be touched and fucked, especially those lips.

“I come out here sometimes,” I said, turning back toward the city. “I like to look out over Stehen and think about my duties.”

“What are your duties?” she asked, coming up next to me at the balcony.

“Truthfully, not as many as you’d think. I may be the king, but it’s still the twenty-first century. I’m not some absolute dictator.”

“Sounds really difficult,” she said, sarcastic.

I laughed. “I guess you wouldn’t understand.”

“You’re right. I’m just a regular peasant.”

“True. A regular peasant, but a beautiful one and with good ancestry.”

“You’re so flattering.” She rolled her eyes at me.

I laughed again, smirking at her. “What do you think of all this so far?”

“It’s nice,” she admitted. “Starkland is a beautiful country.”

“It is,” I agreed. “I love it.”

“I can see why. I mean, some of this stuff is nicer than America.”

“I take pride in trying to keep the country modern.”

“But it’s the ancient stuff that makes it so gorgeous, you know?”

I nodded. “I couldn’t agree more, which is actually why I wanted to speak with you.”

“You want to talk about architecture with me?”

I shook my head. “No. Not exactly. I wanted to talk about you.”

“I think you’ve done enough of that already,” she said.

“Maybe. Do you know why you’re here, Bryce?”

“I assumed it was because you guys wanted a little photo op with my father. It’s good PR to have the old royal family make nice with the current one, right?”

I grinned hugely, really enjoying how quickly she had grasped that concept. Bryce was clearly a very intelligent girl, not to mention gorgeous and fiery. I found myself wanting to press her against the railing, slide my hands up along her legs, and feel exactly how soaking wet she was. I didn’t care who saw us.

“That’s right,” I said instead, “but it’s not the whole story.”

“Well, go ahead and tell me. I have nothing else to do.”