Kingston took a step towards the door until he realized she hadn’t gotten out of her chair yet. Her head was hanging, she looked defeated, exhausted, and he scowled at her.“Permission to speak, Ma’am?” he asked quietly. She nodded without lifting her head.“By all means, speak.” He ignored that and stepped closer.“You need to eat. Should I call to have something brought to you here?”“No, King, that won’t be necessary,” she said and pushed herself up from her seat. Romaine grinned, looking overly happy, and scooped up the papers.“I’ll be fine, I promise.”“Do you do this often, Ma’am?”“Do what, King?”“Neglect your own needs.” Her smile slipped a little but didn’t fall completely.“I do what I have to do as a future ruler… That is what I’ve been taught to do since I was old enough to understand politics.”“You won’t be able to carry out your duties if you’re performing at half capacity,” Kingston insisted.“I perform just fine, tha
Romaine barely made it through dinner with King Hernando e Queen Dorothea, her parents, struggling to remain happy while Kingston, the man who was torturing her senses, was standing so close behind her chair. She tried to eat, but every single bite was going down pushed by little sips of water. After dinner, she wished them both goodnight and started walking slowly towards her rooms. While Kingston escorted her, his hand brushed casually against hers. Their eyes met, and his flared with a hunger so fierce she’d stumbled over her feet. He caught her in those strong hands… hands Romaine desperately wanted to feel on her body again. Even more than before… At her door, Romaine stood awkwardly, tugging at her earlobe and trying to find something to say to him. She wanted to apologize for pushing, but at the same time, he was still hiding everything from her. And she wanted to know him better. She wanted to know all about him, good or bad.“King, I…” sh
His tone changed, and her grip on her glass tightened. That same tone had come out of his mother’s mouth the night before.“Thiago, I know you since forever… And I know when you hide stuff from me. Please, tell me what else is on your mind? And stop beating around the bush. I am your cousin, after all. We’re family.”“Are we, Romy? Are we really? Because it doesn’t feel like it these days. I hardly see you outside of formal occasions anymore… You used to be so much fun, darling.”“Of course, we are family… What kind of question is this? The reason of my disappearing is that I’ve been busy with the education reforms, amongst other things. Come on, Thiago… You know this,” Romaine assured him even though it was a lie. She avoided him when she could because she didn’t want to hear any more about Alba or the issues at the docks. He sipped the wine again, and she lifted her eyebrow at his grimace.“Yeah, right… Of course… Those damn reforms of yours. You do realize what i
The next morning, Romaine had barely drunk half a cup of coffee and went through half her day’s appointments list when the doors to her rooms were thrown open. She caught a glimpse of Kingston through them, but he vanished as her mother swept inside. “Good morning, Romy, sweetie,” she said brightly and kissed her cheek. “Mother, you’re awfully cheerful this morning,” Romaine pointed out. “Coffee?” “No, darling, and you shouldn’t be drinking so much caffeine. Is not good for you,” she mused and took a seat opposite her daughter at the table. Romaine picked up her coffee and sipped it, smirking as her mother clicked her tongue. “My God, you’re incorrigible, child…” she said shaking her head. “What do you need, Mother?” “Your father and I want to know how the new bodyguard is working out. Do you like him or do we need to find a replace
“Well… I was wondering why a princess would sneak up to the rooftop in the middle of the night,” Kingston replied. “Not the easiest place to run off to.”“Are you scared of heights, King?” Romaine asked with a raised eyebrow. He thought of all the places he’d had to reach in order to hit his target.“No, not at all.” She stared at him for a long moment before she patted the space next to her. “Since you’re here, you might as well join me.”“If that is what you wish... Ma’am.”“And drop the ‘Ma’am’ part… No formalities when we’re alone,” she muttered, sounding more exhausted than he realized. “Since you’re King, I’m going to be Romy… No princess, no Ma’am, n
Marisol called out for Romaine as she bustled around her living room, but the princess was in no mood to get out of bed. All night, she’d dreamt of Kingston kissing her, his hands all over her body as he stripped her bare and did things to her Romaine never thought possible. Every inch of her body cried out for him, and her thighs clamped tightly shut to stop the powerful throbbing happening again. She kept the covers pulled up over her face when the bedroom door was thrown open and heeled steps clicked across the floor. Her private assistant hummed as she scurried about the room, and Romaine listened as she threw the curtains open.“Come on now, Princess, the King, and the Queen have requested to meet with you.” Romaine
“Nothing,” she whispered. “I wasn’t…”“Romy… tell me…”“I was thinking about my schedule for today and…”“Don’t lie to me, Romy,” Kingston said slowly but in a determined mode. “You’re not a liar, so don’t start now. Talk to me, my princess.” Romaine raised her eyes towards him, trying not to succumb to all the emotions she was feeling.“You, King…” she said as her fingers twisted into his shirt front. “I was thinking of you… I was remembering things you did to me in my dreams last night… and all the nights before.” If she thought Kingston was demanding of her earlier, when his lips found hers again, Romaine wasn’t sure they’d be able to stop. His tongue e
His boss nodded and sighed, and Kingston heard the worry in it.“King, I need you to keep a close eye on him when he’s in the palace, and especially when he’s near Princess Romaine. A few years ago, he had no issue with her taking over the throne, as is her birthright. Now, however, I fear his mind has been corrupted by Alba, his mother. She never accepted King Hernando and Queen Dorothea as rulers of this country and, definitely, think the Princess is more or less an impostor. As for Thiago…”“What do you think he’ll do?”“Right now, we’re not sure,” Raoul told him. “But his dealings at the docks are being thoroughly investigated,” he added. “Did the others give you any details on such matters? I know Brent heard and saw something…”“Only that his business might not be as clean as he claims.”