Richard The IV

“You and your uncle seem awfully close.” Blue froze as Vincent spoke, halfway through shrugging off her jacket. He had been silent the whole way home. She’d considered fleetingly that he was upset another man had been attempting to slide a hand beneath her skirt. Though some part of her knew he wouldn’t have known unless he’d gotten to his knees and looked under the table. He hadn’t.

Was he jealous? “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“He’s more interested in who you have to marry than Richard is and you’re marrying the fool,”

“Am I?”

Suddenly, Vincent paused. He eyed his own two rings carefully, perched on the woman’s finger. Warmed by the sun where they’d been stored in his car cupholder. Catching on the afternoon through the windows. “Maybe you should.”

“If that’s how you feel I think it’s a little late for that.”

“I have to show you something,” While Blue hoped rather earnestly the man was about to unzip his trousers and present himsel