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It’s only now that I realize there are even more people in the room now. Servers holding the plates of dessert and more wine.
Summoned by Father to enjoy the show.
They don’t hide their excitement of what they know is going to come. The humiliation I need to put Iva through to prove I can be a Ruthless King and that my maiden’s purpose in our lives is to submit to every request I lay upon her.
Returning my attention to Iva makes my heart clench in dismay at her expression. I’m waiting to see the fear or uncertainty of what I’m going to do, but there she is.
Sitting back on her knees.
Looking nothing but pleased with her current circumstances.
She’s fucking smiling.
Either she’s lost her damn mind, or this is all a ploy to get back at my father. That’s what I don’t understand. I can’t wrap my mind around why she has anything to do with my dad.
As children, she came here only when Mr. Prescott had business. Money transactions that needed signatures for big ass amounts. Contracts that approved premature alliances that would benefit both parties.
I used those instances to make her life a living hell while our fathers talked about opportunities and ways to continue to run their empires on mutual grounds.
Meaning, she was always in my vicinity.
My eyes always stalking her from every corner of my massive family home. One would call it a fucking obsession, but it meant I knew where she was at all times.
So why is she doing everything in her power to upset my father?
She should be doing everything to make me angry.
To ignite the ruthless beast in me… not him!
I’m shaking with rage just at the thought.
That even the woman, our potential maiden, is more easily influenced by her own Father than her Kings that are in her very presence.
We’re changing it. We’re changing all of this bullshit.
My Father is right.
I’m a weak bastard. Born into this world, thinking power would be at my fingertips by default. Up until this very moment, I thought his death or demise would lead to my prosperity.
What a fool I was, thinking he’d allow himself to perish so easily.
My Father doesn’t wish for my reign.
No.
He wants my failure. To be a mockery of our family name. He needs evidence that I can’t take charge of the empire he’s run for years. That’s why he’s raised me to think otherwise.
The real truth is…
Iva knows.
She’s caught onto it before any of us could. That’s why she’s smiling up at me.
Waiting for this brutal rapture to lay upon her before the audience, who has no other expectations of me but deficiency.
To me, this opportunity is a blessing.
To her, it’s very well a curse.
