by B. B. Hamel
“Only in front of the peasants,” he said, grinning at me. “But I do appreciate how appearances can matter .”
“I can tell .”
“You seem to appreciate it, too. You wore those panties for me after all .”
I blushed. “Not exactly for you .”
“Maybe, but you only succeeded in making me want to strip your jeans off that much more .”
“Careful. I’ll push you into the pool .”
He smirked. “You think that can mask how wet you already are?” He stepped closer to me, and I felt my breath catch in my throat .
He was a cocky asshole, and his guards were standing twenty feet away .
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
“T his 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 southe
rn 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
“T he 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 .
And I kept thinking about my tour with Trip. He was so cocky and brash most of the time, but every once in a while he gave me a glimpse of something else. When he’d been talking about the library, and about his family, I had seen something underneath that cocky attitude. I didn’t know what it was, but it was definitely there .
And he didn’t seem as taken aback about the panties as I had hoped. Actually, it had only seemed to encourage him. I was going to have to think of something else to rile him up .
As we sat there enjoying the nice day, a servant appeared from around a bend .
“Miss Bryce?” he asked .
“Yes?”
“Here you are. From His Majesty .”
“Thank you.” The servant bowed and left .
“I’ll never get used to that,” Dad said. “They actually bow. It’s bizarre .”
“We’re in a country with a king,” I said. “That’s weird in itself .”
“Yeah,” Dad agreed. “And their internet is way faster than ours .”
I laughed as I opened the envelope the servant had handed me. Inside was a simple piece of paper with Trip’s handwriting .
“Have dinner with me. I’ll send Al for you at eight. Your parents have other plans. Trip .”
“What’s that?” Dad asked .
“Trip wants me to have dinner with him .”
He raised an eyebrow. “Trip ?”
“Yes. He insists. Anyway, do you mind ?”
“Not at all,” Dad said, suppressing a smile. “Lucy and I will find something else to do. It’s not like this place is boring .”
“Okay,” I said. “I don’t want to insult the king again, you know ?”
“Of course not, sweetie.” He checked his watch. “Let’s get back so you have time to get ready .”
“Okay. Thanks.” We stood up and headed back to our rooms .
It only took three different sets of directions this time before we finally made it back .
* * *
A l showed up at my room right on time. I followed him down the twisting hallways in silence, feeling nervous .
Al didn’t seem like much of a talker, and I wasn’t in the mood to chat. I felt strangely anxious about this dinner for some reason. I was wearing a decent summer dress, since it was warm in the castle, but I didn’t know what was appropriate to wear to dinner with the king .
And I didn’t know why I cared. I was just seeing Trip, who just happened to be the king. I didn’t want to impress him, and I genuinely didn’t care if I insulted him. I’d already slapped the guy in the face and caused a minor scandal; I doubted I could do worse by wearing something inappropriate .
Still, I found myself caring about how I looked around him, and that told me something about how I felt about him. I wasn’t happy about it, but I couldn’t deny the obvious. I cared about what Trip thought .
Though I shouldn’t have worried much. Trip wasn’t exactly shy about what he thought. The man seemed to basically say whatever came to mind and didn’t care if it was inappropriate or something like that .
Finally, our walk ended in front of a normal-looking door. Al knocked twice and then waited .
After a few seconds, the door opened. Trip smiled out at us. “Thanks for bringing her, Al,” he said .
“Of course, Your Highness,” he answered, and then turned and left .
Trip grinned at me. “Welcome to my corner of the castle .”
He was wearing simple black dress slacks and a white button-down shirt, the top button left open, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He looked like he had been at a blue tie event all day but had just gotten home .
“This is your apartment ?”
“Yes,” he said. “Come on in .”
Feeling a jolt of excitement, I stepped through the door and looked around .
It looked like a pretty normal apartment. I had expected a lot of fancy things, more gold and more paintings, but instead it was pretty low-key. It actually looked pretty clean and modern, almost industrial. There was a couch, a television, some chairs, a deck, a table, a kitchen area, several doors, and another hallway leading toward the back .
“What do you think?” he asked .
“It’s nice,” I said .
“You don’t sound like you think it’s nice .”
“It’s simple. I didn’t expect that .”
He laughed, walking into the kitchen area. I followed him. “Well, you get sick of all that crap after a while. When I’m here, I’m home, so I try to leave all that royalty nonsense behind .”
“Have you always lived here ?”
“More or less,” he said. “I’ve lived in other places, but when I’m in the castle, these have always been my rooms .”
He pulled out a chair for me, and I sat. He went over to the counter and opened a bottle of wine, pouring two glasses. I accepted one and sipped it as he sat down across from me .
“What’s on the menu?” I asked him. “Or are we just drinking ?”
“We can just drink if you like,” he said, “but I planned on having the chef send us something up. I told him to surprise us .”
“Great,” I said. “What if I had some allergies ?”
“You don’t,” he said, smiling at me. “I read your file .”
I frowned. “There’s no file .”
“Of course there’s a file. We vetted you to marry me, remember ?”
I sighed. “I tried to forget .”
“There it is, you pretending not to like it again .”
“Fortunately, I don’t have to pretend like I don’t want to marry you .”
“Maybe, but you do have to pretend like you don’t want me to press you up against this castle wall and feel that dripping pussy with the tips of my fingers .”
“Do you always talk like this ?”
“Only when I want something very badly.” That smile was so wicked, I had to sip my drink and cross my legs. “How would you prefer I spoke, Bryce ?”
“I don’t know. How about you tell me about the rebels ?”
He paused. I could tell I had surprised him there. “What about them ?”
“Well, they want democracy. That can’t be a bad thing .”
He sighed. “Maybe. In your country, democracy is all well and good, but here in Starkland, we’ve had a monarchy for many hundreds of years. People don’t understand a democracy. They’re not ready for it .”
“You can teach them .”
He shrugged. “The rebels are teaching them enough .”
“They’re killing people,” I said .
“Yes,” he agreed, “they are .”
“But so are you. I’ve read some bad things about your royal army .”
“So have I,” he agreed. “Not all of it is true, but some of it is. That’s the problem with a war, especially a civil war. It’s always bloody and always worse than we think it will be .”
I shook my head slowly. “It can’t be so simple for you .”
He sighed, putting down his drink. “My people are dying, Bryce. It’s not simple .”
That surprised me. There was genuine emotion in his eyes. I didn’t think he was a heartless bastard, but he did seem like a playboy who didn’t think much about suffering .
That look he gave me, though, said otherwise .
Just then, there was a knock at the door. “Come,” he called out, and then servants flooded the space .
I sat back and watched, completely taken aback .
Ten rolling trays were wheeled into the small kitchen, each one manned by a different server. They proceeded to take the tops off the dishes as servants placed plates and silverware around us. I sat there, basically as still as a statue, while Trip watched me, smiling. The servants were fast and efficient, and soon they began to place food in front of us .