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I keep walking.
I can’t deal with all this right now.
His tall, muscled frame appears from the corner of my eye. He runs around me and blocks my path.
“Stop, Percy. We need to talk.”
“No, we don’t need to talk. I need a fucking drink.”
I need more than one, truth be told. I could probably go for about a dozen.
“No, we need to talk.”
He looks at me through narrowed eyes. His tone is authoritative yet demanding.
It’s the kind of tone that you expect a prince—and future king—to have.
And—while now is certainly not the best time for it—my pussy throbs in excitement at the sound of it.
“Listen here, your Highness, I’m not one of your subjects that you can just order around,” I spit back in defiance.
“No, you’re not. You’re my fucking wife. The woman I’ve taken a vow to spend the rest of my life with.”
Okay, so he has me there.
“Yeah, well that still doesn’t mean you get to order me around.”
One point for yours truly.
“No, it doesn’t. But it means that instead of running from our problems, we should stand our ground and talk about them like adults. Running away has never solved anything,” he declares.
And after I don’t reply, he goes on, “Cowards run. I’m not a coward. And I refuse to believe that I married one!”
His voice climbs like the crescendo of Tchaikovsky’s 1812 Overture. Anton’s words are every bit as true as they are dramatic.
I know that I’m certainly not a fucking coward. But, I am fucking scared. This whole fucking shit show scares me to my core.
I’m scared of loving him. I’m scared of being loved by him.
Loving Anton—and letting him in—opens me up for heartbreak and pain should it all go to shit.
And—as much as I’m afraid to get hurt—I’m just as afraid of hurting him in return.
The walls that I put up have always been there to protect my boyfriends just as much as they protect me.
It’s why I’ve always gravitated towards men with the same mindset. Inevitably, they all fall for me, but that’s why I kick them to the curb.
Falling in love with one of them—let alone marrying one—has never been part of the plan.
“What do you want from me? We both know marriage doesn’t suit me, nor am I queen material.”
“I want what I’ve always wanted, Percy.You.That’s it. All I’ve ever wanted was you and everything that comes with being with you.” he declares in exasperation. “Do you honestly think I give a fuck about whether or not you’re ‘queen material’ for fuck’s sake? If I thought for a moment that being with you would be detrimental to my country, then I wouldn’t be here fighting for you, for us.”
Hearing him say those words pulls at heart strings I never knew I had.
To have a man—a fucking prince at that—throw himself at me like this is probably the fantasy of every woman on Earth who isn’t me.
I never dream of the Prince Charming fantasy wherein I live in a big castle and wear the fancy dresses. I’ll pick a fancy hotel suite in Vegas or New York with a harem of hot studs and cocktail dresses over that any day.
