“My blushing bride, I take it?” The words are pulled from deep within my chest. I’d always thought I would make my own decision when it came to who I would marry. My parents did, after all, and they had a tremendous love. One that burned bright until the day she died. I, however, haven’t been that lucky.
“You knew this day would come. Instead of gallivanting around and using your status, you should have been serious about picking out a partner. You haven’t done that, and royal custom says the marriage is now to be arranged. You were given time, my son. You blew it, and now you must pay the consequences.”
He’s not lying. It’s time for me to own up to my mistakes like a man. “When and where?” I ask, having a seat in front of him, letting my hands fall in between my legs.
“Your birthday party, tonight,” he looks at the clock on his desk. “There you’ll meet Amelia. Tomorrow, we introduce her to the country. I hope you’re prepared for what’s about to happen, Tristan.”
“Doesn’t matter if I am or not, does it?” I give him a sardonic smile. “In six months’ time, I’ll be a married man and King of a country.”
“It is custom.”
“Yeah?” I get up, sighing again. “Sometimes I’d like to say fuck custom.”
As I take the stairs two at a time, making it to my bedroom just as the sun is coming up, I wonder just why God took my Mom and not me. I would’ve been a much better choice.
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