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I wonder which lucky lady was graced with this sight early in the morning? We’re ruling out anyone married for now.
But with the king, you can never be too sure.
Where do you think he was?
Chapter 11
It was Sabina.
Odette was right. She was the one leaking the photos of me. The moment I saw the new release of myself standing by the window, drinking coffee in nothing but my boxers, I was sure it was. I knew that room; I’d spent many nights sneaking in and out of it. When had she taken these photos? I had no idea. What did she mean to do by sharing them now? I didn’t know that, either. Was it revenge? Was it a threat? No matter what it was, it didn’t really matter. Once again, I was going to be painted as an irresponsible fool in front of the country. I could almost see the history books taught to children hundred of years from now with pictures of my conduct highlighted with the words “The first week of King Galahad I’s reign.”
Dammit, all to hell.
Damn her.
And it was the worst time. Odette and I were going to be front and center with dozens of reporters. I was supposed to give a small speech to kick off the trip. However, after the emergency call with Balduin and the team, it was decided the best course of action was to just smile, wave, and get on the bloody train as quickly as possible. I wasn’t sure I liked that; it made it seem like I was running away with my tail between my legs. But I didn’t have a better idea, either.
“Gale,” Odette said, grabbing my wrist. “We will be arriving at the train station in a few minutes. You can’t keep staring at it.”
I had to stare at the article because I felt even dumber staring at her.
“Gale! Look at me,” she pressed, leaning over, and when I didn’t respond, she poked the side of my face. For some reason, the childishness of it all made me snicker.
Sighing, I grabbed her hand and did as she asked, meeting her big, brown…amused eyes. “Are you going to laugh at me, too?”
She shook her head. “No, I am not.”
“Then why do you looked so amused over this?”
“I’m laughing at myself because I kind of saved the picture,” she said sheepishly and then lifted her phone to show me.
She could not be serious. “Odette!”
“What? You look really good. Like one of those Calvin Klein underwear models.”
“I am not an underwear model; I am a king. I don’t like people seeing me like this.”
“Very true. I agree. I’m just saying that if the world ended up seeing me in my underwear, I would hope I looked half as good as this,” she shot back.
I stared at her.
She stared back.
And the longer we stared at each other, the sillier everything became. I could feel myself becoming more amused and wanting to laugh.
“You are doing this on purpose.”
She shrugged and looked at her phone. “I have no idea what you are talking about.”
“You are trying to make sure I am relaxed so that when we see the press at the station, they won’t be able to tell anything is wrong,” I said since she wanted to play dumb all of a sudden.
She gasped. “I am not the manipulative one in this relationship.”
Wait, what? “Is that an insinuation that I am the manipulative one?”
“There are only two of us in this relationship, and since it’s not me…” Her voice trailed off.
“Oh, bevilën, do please explain how I am manipulative.” I waved my hand for her to go on because I needed to hear this.
