Page 26 of Sky’s Edge

This came audibly when he said, “For fuck’s sake, you’re to be my wife. You can call me Tanyn.”

“Thanks, no. I’d rather remind myself I’m a member of your peasantry, obliged to bend to your will.”

Now…this…

Being a bitch was totally a ploy to get him to back out of the marriage contract.

Bonus: I was really good at it.

“Warning, I’ll also be curtsying to you every time I see you,” I shared.

See?

Really good at it.

He sighed.

I carried on.

“Though, this discussion has reminded me that I am just a peasant, obliged to bend to your will, so, Your Majesty, do tell. What do you want to know about me?”

“Mostly, what your cunt tastes like. Also, what it feels like when I’m fucking you. Beyond that, in your current mood, not much.”

I refused to admit, regardless of how incredibly forward and unforgivably rude that was, my nipples tingled at hearing it.

Mightily.

“So, we’ll be having angry sex,” I remarked.

“If you don’t get with the program, perhaps that’s all we’ll have.”

Angry sex was awesome.

Though, he didn’t seem angry.

He seemed perfectly capable of tolerating me in whatever mood I had.

That said, he hadn’t experienced a good one yet.

“So this isn’t a waste of His Majesty the King of Sky’s Edge’s time,” I started, “my favorite color is purple. My favorite thing to do is eat out at an extortionately expensive restaurant that requires me to dress up. Or have extortionately expensive drinks at a ridiculously trendy bar, ditto on the requiring me to dress up thing. I have no pets. I do not cook. I do not own my own craft because I cannot be bothered with piloting it, which means my father gives me a lecture on a quarterly basis to share he dislikes how much I spend on Flys. And it is not advised to speak to me until after my second cup of coffee, because I am not a morning being.”

“Do you like animals?”

“I do. But having one would require me taking care of it, and the energy I have I vastly prefer to funnel into taking care of myself.”

Another ploy.

Be selfish.

Again, not hard, because I already was totally selfish.

“As queen, you’ll never have to pilot a craft,” he retorted. “As queen, you can fill the castle with animals, there will be staff to take care of them, and you can just love on them. As queen, you’ll have to dress up for everything you do, and designers will be falling all over themselves to dress you.”

All that was fabulous.

I would never admit this.

“You do know Laura is my best friend, don’t you?” I asked.