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“Then you are going to have to be careful. Valerius can never know, he will use it against you, and in the process, it will destroy Friendsburg. I worry because you will be collateral damage, Rose. The king and queen will protect their son, and you may get hung out to dry.”
I had never thought about it like that. I’ve been so caught up in the lust of it all that I never stopped and looked outside the bubble we had created around the three of us.
“You’re right, Sky,” I tell her.
“I don’t like being a party pooper and spoiling all the sex you are having with those two handsome men, but I wouldn’t be a good sister if I wasn’t honest with you,” she says.
“You’re the best and thank you for looking out for me,” I tell her as I wrap my arm around her.
* * *
“You look so beautiful,” Skylar gasps as I meet her in the living room.
I do a twirl in the most gorgeous evening dress I have ever seen. It’s a deep purple, almost an eggplant color, with a one-shoulder top. It then flows out from my waist to a full skirt, except it has a high slit to the top of my thigh for a bit of sexiness. We were allowed to borrow jewels from the royal archives for tonight. I chose a platinum diamond floral design necklace with matching earrings and a bracelet. We had our hair styled—I chose an updo for my chestnut locks—and we had our makeup done. I wanted to look elegant yet youthful, meeting my soon-to-be in-laws. There were so many gorgeous dresses, but some were more daring than I think the king and queen would be expecting from their soon-to-be daughter-in-law.
“You look just as gorgeous,” I reply, admiring my younger sister’s choice—a stunning midnight-blue strapless, fitted mermaid gown that shows off her curves to perfection. She’s covered herself in sapphires, and her blonde hair falls around her shoulders like waves. I can tell she feels beautiful by the way she carries herself, twirling around with a happy giggle.
“I’ve never felt so beautiful,” Skylar whispers to me as we wait for Greyson to escort us toward the formal dining room where we will be sitting for dinner with the king and queen.
“Oh, wow, ladies.” Greyson grins as he enters the room. “I don’t think I have ever seen two more beautiful women than I do in this moment.” He, of course, is looking handsome in his navy suit, his brown hair messily teased atop his head. “Are you ready to meet your soon-to-be in-laws?” Greyson asks as he gives me a blinding smile.
“Not really,” I tell him, making him laugh.
“Don’t you worry, they’re going to love you, I promise,” he says, trying to reassure me. And with that, he leans forward and kisses me ever so gently.
“I’m going to need your strength while I’m in there,” I confess to him.
Greyson’s face falls. “I won’t be attending tonight.” His answer surprises me. “Remember, I’m the bodyguard.”
Oh.
I assumed he would be there.
“Don’t worry, little one …” He grins. “… His Highness needs guarding most of the time just not here in the palace as often as we may like.”
I’m disappointed, but I understand.
“We better get going. The king does not like tardiness,” he says, giving my ass a slap, making me giggle, and my cheeks turn red as we follow him.
After what feels like a long-distance hike, we make it to the king’s private dining room. There’s a footman dressed in formal attire that gives Greyson a glare before turning to where my sister and I are standing and smiling brightly.
“I shall let them know you have arrived,” he says haughtily.
“What’s his problem?” I ask Greyson.
“I wouldn’t suck his dick.”
A laugh that I cannot keep inside bubbles up loudly to the surface and echoes down the empty hall. The footman turns around and glares at Greyson again before he opens the door.
“You may enter,” he states.
“Good luck.” Greyson smirks and strides off down the hall.
Sucking in a deep breath, I make myself step through the doorway and into the king’s dining room. The first thing I notice is the long wooden table that sits in the center of the room, gold plates and cutlery adorn each place setting. Large, oversized candelabras in the center of the table are ablaze, while a table runner of white flowers lines the middle of the table. The walls are covered with antique tapestries depicting the country’s ancient past.
“Wow,” Augustine says, and his reaction pulls me from the luxurious surroundings.
My mouth turns dry as I take him in. He looks every inch a prince in his black suit, white shirt, and silver tie. He’s clean-shaven, smells like the ocean, and his blond hair is styled perfectly.
