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“It means I’ve been told that the three of you have been spending a considerable amount of time together, alone.” My father’s ice-blue eyes narrow as he stares down at me, letting me know he is watching me very closely.
“Have you been spying on me while you’ve been away?” I ask through gritted teeth.
“Of course, I did. Of all the women you could have chosen you chose her,” he spits.
“You seemed happy with my decision moments ago,” I bite back.
“Henk, please,” my mother warns. “We are happy for you, sweetheart.” She is always the peacemaker between my father and me.
“You know why I’m asking these things, Katherine,” my father grumbles.
“Yes, my love, I do. And I understand where you stand on the matter, and I do agree with you,” she tells my father before turning her attention back to me. “Your father has concerns about what he has heard about the three of you. You understand why, don’t you?”
“Yes, of course I do.”
“I’ll never understand why you want to marry a woman who is happy to spread her legs for another man while under your roof,” my father hisses.
My mother gasps at my father’s venom toward Rosalie.
I stand, clenching my hands as I lean over him—I’m not above punching my father—and bring my fist down, slamming it against the desk. “You willnotdisrespect my future wife like that. Do you hear me?” I glare at my father.
“Sit down, Augustine. Stop making a spectacle,” my father says, dismissing me.
“There’s still time for me to walk out this door and abdicate from royal life,” I threaten.
“Sweetie …” My mother looks desperately between the two of us. “Please, no, we don’t want that. Especially as it would mean your cousin’s children would be on the throne, my love, and”—my mother clutches at her chest as she glares at my father—“I hope I’m dead if that happens.”
Yes, my mother can be slightly dramatic, but it works because she’s the only one that can get my father to come around when he’s having a royal tantrum.
“I don’t think we need to worry about that, my pet,” he says as he looks over at my mother, his face softening.
“I told you that I was going to find a woman that accepted that Greyson is the love of my life. And I have. The three of us fit together perfectly,” I tell them.
“There cannot be three people sharing the crown,” my father states, raising his voice again as if exasperated by my insolence.
“To the public there will only ever be Rosalie and me. But when we are in the palace behind closed doors then that is different.”
“I will not allow a bastard on the throne.” He raises his hand in the air.
“Sweetie, your blood pressure.” My mother tries to reel in my father’s anger.
“I’ve been tolerant of this phase you have been going through with Greyson, but now you have to grow up,” he tells me angrily.
“Phase?” I say the word with disdain. “Phase,” I say again louder. “A phase that has continued for half my life … I wouldn’t call that a phase. I’m bi-sexual. Have always been attracted to both men and women. I hate that you don’t understand that. That you don’t understand me.”
“If you like both so much,whycan’t you just pick a woman?” he asks.
“It’s not something I can turn on and off.” I throw my hands up in the air. I’m exhausted by this argument; it’s the same one we have been having for years, it never gets us anywhere.
“You’re eventually going to have to choose, son.” His blue eyes narrow on me. “Once you and Rosalie start having a family there is no room for that way of life, you’re living in a fantasy.”
He thinks my loving Greyson is a damn fantasy.“Are you going to be like this our entire marriage?” I question him.
“Like what?” he frustratingly asks.
“Second-guessing my relationship.”
“The only relationship I see is between you and your fiancée. What you do in your bed is none of my business.” He shakes his head in disgust.
