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“You’re old enough now. You’re going to marry him, Christine. We’ll announce it tomorrow. You won’t be going back to the academy. No use wasting your time on an education you won’t use. I don’t understand why women feel the need to go to school, anyway. The academy was always meant to be a school for boys—for the elite and most worthy members of society.”
I swallowed the thick ball of emotion in my throat. “Your majesty…I…I don’t even know Lord Geralt.”
“You don’t have to know someone to spread your legs for them. You’re my subject. You’re nothing more than a pretty face and a wet pussy for lords to ravish. He wants the House of Rose’s trust fund and your family’s properties. A marriage is the easiest way to give it to him.”
Tears started to stream down my cheeks. “My mother never wanted me to have an arranged marriage…”
“I don’t care what your mother wanted. Your father knew the only worth you had as a woman was an alliance. I’m going to honor his wishes.” A side door opened up, leading to a secret tunnel in the king’s bedchamber. “Ah. Just in time.”
Lord Geralt walked through the tunnel, and I took a moment to observe the man King Frederick wanted me to marry. He had a bumpy, hooked nose. Wiry gray hair and beady brown eyes so small that they were swallowed by white. He was about my height. Had a curve to his spine that made him hunch, and the droplet of spit on the corner of his mouth made me recoil.
“Lord Geralt wants to try you.”
“Try me?” I asked.
The lord smirked. “I can’t have a wife that doesn’t satisfy me in the bedroom.”
I took a step back. “No. I…”
“It’s my right as a king to demand your body for whomever I choose. Your father wanted you to marry Lord Geralt. You’re eighteen now.”
I sobbed and shook. “But…I can’t…”
“Now bend over like a good lady and let Lord Geralt test you out before he buys you.”
I sobbed as Lord Geralt walked over to me. He ran his bony fingers over the curve of my shoulder, and I flinched at his static touch. My chest hurt with an ache I couldn’t even process.
“I look forward to breaking you in,” Lord Geralt whispered, his weathered voice full of malice.
“Enjoy your evening. My guest quarters are available to you.” The king walked over to his wardrobe and started to strip. I averted my eyes as he pulled formal clothes out and put them on. “I just received word that I need to travel to Redview. Your cooperation in that matter is very appreciated. The Crown will reward you handsomely for your support, Lord Geralt,” the king said to the man currently leering at me.
Lord Geralt pinched my hair between his fingers while responding. “The blame will be shifted to Lord Finich. His radical views have been a thorn in my side for a while now.”
The king nodded before walking toward the door. “Off you go. I’ll be back in a week. Send word if she’s not suitable.”
“I have a feeling she’ll be more than suitable. Such a beautiful little lady. Her skin is soft. Like a baby.”
Lord Geralt wrapped his hand around my wrist and tugged me toward the tunnels as King Frederick exited the bedroom.
The evil man pulled me away from Leo. Away from the king. Away from hopes of escaping this fate.
I shuffled my feet, feeling trapped in a helpless daze while trying to process everything. Lord Geralt moved eagerly, pulling me along while huffing and puffing with excitement. “I’ve been watching you for years, Christine. Waiting. Biding my time.”
A choked sob escaped my lips. “Lord Geralt. I don’t—”
“Begging and crying will only make me want you more,” he said, cutting me off.
At the end of the tunnel, I was brought into a red room with a four-poster bed. Two nightstands were positioned on either side of the bed with lamps casting off warm light.
A wood board on the wall had pegs with hanging sex toys lined up, looking intimidating and pristine all at once. “The king was so kind as to let me borrow his room. I live in the countryside, you know. Far from here in a beautiful manor you’ll run. But I couldn’t wait to take you back.”
He shoved me onto the mattress and stood in front of me. I looked up at him with tears swimming in my eyes. I felt so stuck, so disassociated from the experience.
“Look how pretty you are.” He reached for my cheek and pressed his thumb against my lips. “Such an easy trade. Cleaning up the king’s mess for a lifetime of pleasure.”
He leaned over, his tuna fish breath washing over me. “And I will enjoy you regularly. Every morning when you wake up. Every night before you go to sleep. Your body will be so spent you’ll know nothing but the feel of my cock sliding down your throat and the thrusts of it in your tight, young cunt.”
My shoulders jumped from my wrecking sobs, and I shook my head. “Please, Lord Geralt. I don’t…”
