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By:B. B. Hamel


And yet if he put his hands in my panties, he'd find out just how soaking wet he really made me.

"Your Highness."

We both looked over. Standing in the doorway was a woman I recognized.

"Lynette," he said. "I'm busy at the moment."

"Yes, I see that, Your Highness," she said, her lips pursed. "But we have a meeting."

Trip sighed. "It can wait."

"Please, sir. It won't take long."

"Very well." He looked at me. "To be continued then, Bryce. Al will return you to your rooms."

"Okay," I said. "Have fun ruling."

"I'll do my best." He smirked at me and then turned and left.

I watched him disappear behind the woman, and for a second I wanted him  to come back. I felt bad that he couldn't have any time to himself and  was getting pulled into important meetings all the time.







It was probably pretty hard to have a normal life when you were a king,  which was all the more reason to stay far, far away from getting  involved with Trip.

As I followed Al back to my room, I kept thinking about the castle,  about the history and the splendor. It was a beautiful life, even if it  was a complicated one.

I was starting to see how a normal life could be a little overrated.





10





TRIP





"This better be good," I said to Lynette. "I canceled our meeting for a reason."

She nodded, her face completely blank. "Yes. I saw your reason."

Lynette was a no-nonsense person, and she was loyal, which were two  traits I liked in a person. But she was also prone to overstepping her  position, and that could sometimes annoy the hell out of me.

Still, she wouldn't pull me away from something unless it was important.  Part of being a good ruler was knowing when you needed to listen and  when you needed to rule. When Lynette pulled me for a meeting, I knew it  was time to listen, even if I didn't always want to hear what she had  to say.

"What's so pressing, Lynette?"

"It's about the girl, sir."

We walked side by side back toward the west wing and the official cabinet meetings.

"What about her?"

"Sir, I think we should scrap the marriage idea."

I frowned at her. "Max tells me the people like her."

"They do, but not for the right reason. They're just happy someone slapped you in the face."

I clenched my jaw. "That's not how Max put it."

"To be frank, Your Majesty, I'd know better than Max. Sir, I believe the girl would do more harm than good at this point."

"That's disappointing," I said.

"I think we should send them off to a resort, let them have a nice time,  and forget about all of this. Concentrate on the rebellion. Maybe find  you a good Starkish girl."

I pursed my lips. This was exactly what I had been afraid of. Lynette  was forever doing opinion polls and testing. She was obsessed with  public opinion, and for good reason: A King couldn't effectively rule  people who hated him.

But there was a line. I could only care what the people thought so much.  I couldn't make every decision based on what was popular. Sometimes I  did the unpopular thing because it was the right thing.

"No. The Koch family stays," I said.

"Sir," she said gently, "there is a large population of people that still miss your brother."

"I miss my brother," I snapped at her.

"I understand. But many people believe you should marry Victoria."

I stopped walking, forcing Lynette to turn and face me.

Victoria had been my brother's fiancée. They never actually got married,  and truthfully they barely knew each other, but she had been promised  to him. She was a beautiful woman and very well liked among the people,  but we all thought it would be strange for me to marry her.

And frankly, I was not my brother. Victoria was an uptight aristocrat  like every rich, spoiled girl in Starkland. That was fine for my  brother, since he knew it would be a good political match, but I wasn't  so practical in my marriage. If I had it my way, I wouldn't get married  at all, let alone to some baron's daughter.

"No," I said simply. "That isn't happening."

"I urge you to reconsider."

"She is my dead brother's girl. Leo is barely buried, and you want me to marry her?"

"King Leopold never married her," Lynette pointed out. "Some would see it as you honoring your brother's memory."

"Enough," I said, feeling my anger rise. "Here is what's going to  happen: You're going to forget about me marrying Victoria; the Koch  family is going to stay here for the remainder of their trip, as  planned; and you aren't going to interfere."

"Your Highness-"

"Do you understand me?" I said, glaring at her. "Your king is giving you a command."

She nodded once. "Very well, sir."

"Good. I like you, Lynette, but don't push this."

"As you command, sir."

I turned away from her and quickly left. I felt her watching as I walked away, but that didn't matter.

Maybe that was a bad move politically. My older brother had been a  beloved ruler, and when my father died of old age and my brother took  the crown, the people rejoiced. When Leo went to the south to fight the  rebels, everyone assumed that Great King Leopold would end the conflict  and solidify the monarchy's control over Starkland.

Instead, Leo's caravan rode over a bomb and he blew himself to little  bits and pieces. The people were distraught when their beloved king had  died bleeding on the side of the road.







To them, he was a king. They didn't know Leo. When he died, I didn't  just lose a king. I lost my older brother, the man I was closest to in  the world.

We were very different people. Leo was always so sober and serious all  the damn time. But he was my foil, the man I could rely on no matter  what. Without Leo, I'd felt lost at first.

And the people weren't happy that the bad boy was suddenly their king.

I never asked for any of this. I was born into this family and only  became king because of dumb bad luck. I didn't choose for Leo to go to  war, and I certainly never wanted him to get blown up.

I had very few choices in my life. There weren't many things I could  actually control. The woman I married was one of the few things.

I wasn't sure I wanted to marry Bryce. I barely knew the girl. But I did  know that I wanted to get to know her. I wanted to make her mine. And  maybe in the process, I'd teach her that she wanted to be my queen.  Maybe that wasn't a great political move, but fuck politics.

Sometimes I needed to do whatever the fuck I wanted to do. What was the point of being king if I couldn't make my own choices?

I was choosing to keep Bryce around, because she made my fucking blood ring like a bell. That was good enough for now.

As I turned a corner, I nearly ran headfirst into a man coming the other way.

"Your Highness," he said, stepping back. "I'm very sorry."

I cleared my throat. It was Nicolai Corvin, the young agricultural  minister. He came from a prominent southern family and was currently  living in the castle because rebels had captured his family's estate.

I didn't like Nicolai one fucking bit. He was a thin, pale man with a  thin mustache and a creepy smile. He was always so damn polite; it drove  me mad.

"Forget it, Nicolai," I said. "As you were."

"Your Majesty, while I have you, could we talk some about the farmland in the Hinter Valley?"

"Maybe another time, Nicolai. I have meetings to attend."

"Yes, of course, Your Majesty. It's just that, the rebels took them, and they were a big source of grain for the capital."

I sighed. "Yes, I'm aware."

"We'll need to subsidize other farmland, and possibly import some grain to make up for shortages."

"We'll talk later, Nicolai," I said. "Make an appointment."

"Very well, Your Majesty."

I nodded to him and resumed my walk, the guards close behind me.

That Nicolai guy always made me uncomfortable, but he'd reminded me of  what I was supposed to be doing. We were fighting a war, and I couldn't  lose sight of that.

I needed to keep focused and ready no matter what.





11





BRYCE





"The king seems taken with you."

I sighed, shaking my head. I was sitting on a bench in the courtyard,  surrounded by flowering plants and singing birds up in the trees. Dad  smiled at me.

"He's not taken with me," I said. "He's just bored."

"I don't know, kid. He seems to like you."

"What are you doing, Dad? Why do you want me to marry this guy?"

He sighed. "I don't, honestly. It would mean a lot of changes for us."

"Then why are you pushing it?"

"Because it could be great for you. And who knows, maybe you'd actually like the guy if you gave him a chance."

I sighed, shaking my head. He wouldn't be pushing this if he knew what King Asshole said to me when we were alone.

"I don't think it's going to happen, Dad."

"That's okay," he said. "I don't feel like learning another language anyway."

I laughed and leaned back on the bench. Lucy was off in the royal spa  getting her nails done, which left me alone with Dad. We only found the  courtyard at all because we stopped and asked for directions about ten  times. The castle really was super confusing, but at least there were  plenty of people around to help direct us.