There is Politics in Love

The three of us stood at the top of the grand staircase, patiently waiting the arrival of our first guests. The prince of Asia would be arriving first. The hierarchy of this whole situation was nuts, but it was custom. Upon leaving the pack, I thought stupid customs wouldn't follow, but look at us now. Julian had shown us the proper way to stand and how to hold ourselves. Shoulders back, faint smile. Look them straight in the eyes and never look nervous. From the way he spoke about all of these encounters, I wondered if we had entered a new den of wolves. One wrong move and all of this could come tumbling down before it had even started.

Although the style was uncomfortable, fake, I knew Mikaela needed reassurance. I couldn't touch them, not when it involved actual emotions. There would be moments where touch and affection were necessary, beside those moments, we were restricted. Soon our physical contact sessions would be limited to cheek kis