A Queen Never Gambles. She Deals
At one of the exclusive private casino parties, my eyes landed on a diamond tiara. The catch? It was the prize for a high-stakes blackjack game. Luckily, poker happens to be one of my many sins.
A girl named Elara—whom I once pitied enough to introduce to Throne, hoping she’d land a job—has now declared she wants the tiara too. Naïve. Probably thought beginner’s luck was a real thing.
I figured, fine. Let the cards decide. If I win, I walk away with the tiara. If I lose, I’ll find another way to soothe my pride. Easy enough.
Thorne, my ever-watchful husband, leaned in and murmured, “Go easy on her.”
I didn’t.
I won. Beat the dealer faster than her and won the tiara.
That girl cried at the t
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