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

          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.”  

          He hesitated and turned away from her.“King, please…” she whispered. “What’s going on outside these walls? What aren’t they telling me?”“Your Royal Highness… please, don’t…”“King, I want to know what my aunt was talking about. So, would you be so kind to tell me?!” she almost begged him.“I don’t think this is a conversation for your room, Ma’am,” he said quietly, and the catch in his voice forced her to her feet to pace madly around her room.“Oh… that bad, huh?” Romaine whispered and started playing with her earlobe.“Your Royal Highness, please, calm down. There is no need to stress like this.”“And why not? My aunt seems so sure I’m not fit to rule! Why is she saying that? Huh? Why? I’ve been prepared for this moment all my life. I&rsqu

Each touch sent Romaine closer to falling apart in his arms. His fingers thrust hard up into her, a preview of what was to come. Just the thought of having him, all of him, sent her tumbling over the edge into oblivion. A cry tore from her throat, but he covered her mouth hurriedly with his. She cried out and her hips bucked as the climax took her hard, spreading through her limbs, stronger than any she’d had previously, and before she finished, Kingston picked her up in his arms and stalked towards the bedroom. Her chest heaving, Romaine slid down the front of his body, being sure to press herself against every inch of him, and smirked when he growled. His eyes darkened until her hands fumbled for his shirt.“Wait, baby…” Kingston whispered roughly, stopping her.“I want to see all of you, King… So, you’re not going to hide from me,” Romaine told him fiercely. “Not now, not after you forced the real me out.” Kingston frowned, but his face soften

“There she is,” King Hernando said and stood from behind his desk. “Good morning, sweetheart.” Brent closed the study door, and Romaine took a deep breath to steady her nerves.“Good morning, Father… Good morning, Mother.” King Hernando and Queen Dorothea each took a hand, guiding her to the couch.“You look extremely well this morning, Romy… Doesn’t she, my love?” Dorothea asked her husband. Romaine glanced from one to the other, and all the courage she’d built up to confront them vanished at the look in their eyes.“What’s going on? What did you two do?”“Listen, sweetie,” Queen Dorothea said, “since you’re now twenty-five, we’ve decided it’s time to tell you what you have to look forward to. As you know, we plan on handing over the throne sooner rather than later, but before we can, there are conditions that must be met.”“Like what, exactly? How soon are you planning on stepping down?” Romaine asked quickly, worry causing her to tug on her ear until h