His Majestys Proposal Novels & Stories

He had not expected her to recover so quickly from her ordeal, let alone be this bold with him. He slid off the bed and stood up, all too aware of his rigid shaft sticking straight up toward the light fixture. "I propose this...that you be my Mistress, Jessica. I would care for you, I would have you rule by my side once we retake our great country and build it into what it should be," he urged. He strode up to her, staring into her eyes to ascertain whether she was truly open to his shocking suggestion. In any other time or place, without a civil war and complete chaos and violence surrounding them on all sides, such a proposal might have sounded insane.

With each word he reads from my proposal, my breathing is getting heavier. Finally, he closes the file and gazes directly at me. Fear in my eyes is obvious, something that anyone could easily catch. At that same moment, I’m curling my toes. “I apologize, Miss Bennett, but — we can’t accept your proposal. The story is good, but the budget is not manageable. You should try somewhere else.” He utters in a hoarse voice, echoing the same words I’ve been hearing for the past three months.

“No Caleb. But you don’t mind Maja?” “Well, that depends.” He runs his hand softly over my stomach. “Would she be called Maja Mlakar…or Maja Solberg?” I whip my gaze up to him. That is two steps to the left of a proposal. In the forest dark, Finn’s expression is unreadable, like water shadowed by overhanging branches. But he said it quietly, with that jagged edge of being wrenched from his throat. As if, until the moment the words left his lips, he wasn’t quite certain he was going to say them.

Charming a small group was effortless for her. The conversation flowed until one lady joked, “Have you heard about the supposed new bride His Majesty is choosing tonight? I dressed so glamorously last year, only for him not to show up at all.” Another laughed. “This time he seems serious. Just look at the decorations, he’s clearly trying to make it as romantic as possible. I heard he’s been keeping a little girl in his villa. Maybe that’s who he wants to propose to, too bad, you also dressed glamorously this year and still got sidelined.”

I would do it and that's a promise." Alex assured him staring him right in the eye. "All you have to do is let my wife be and live your life." George burst out laughing at him knowing quite well, what the proposal was going to be. "Do you really think I'm that frightened that I can't leave whenever I want?" "You can't leave, isn't it obvious to you already? You would need my help and the only way you can leave is if I help you." Alex tried to bargain with him but George didn't seem to be interested in the offer and just burst out laughing at him.

"How come staring at the screen of your computer for two straight hours is fine? I bet I know the answer to that. You're getting married, aren't you?" "What? No. I mean, my entire family are forcing me to find someone rich but the hell, where could I find that guy when I am already shoving myself between work and school?" Could not believe even our manager would support my family when in the first place, we haven't heard of her having a husband or even a boyfriend. "Speaking of fucking rich. The chairman's grandson who is the new president of Fisher Grand Inc. will hold his inauguration on the seventh floor of this building. Can you attend on my behalf?"

His day hadn't gone well,and he was frustrated and irritated at the slow progress of the project. Now after seeing her he was horny as hell. He wasn't going to force her. If she wasn't interested they'd move on and forget about it. It would probably be for the best anyway,he knew the nature of his proposition was both inappropriate and insane. “He should just withdraw his offer now and shrug it off”,he reasoned. “Yes,thank you” Her whispered words brought his train of thoughts to an instant stop. His jaw dropped as he watched her. The shapely defined features of her hair move forward to hide her face,the gesture was so little yet so sensual.

Since he had made the proposal, I haven’t replied to any of his texts for us to meet up since I needed the time to think about what I was getting into. I was shocked and surprised that night when he had asked me to be his sex slave, that I couldn’t move from the spot that I was standing in. I couldn’t believe it, I thought that he was joking, but when I remember the expression that was on his face I knew he was being serious. Who the hell in their right mind would ask someone that, to be their sex slave and then just walked away so calmly, as he had just told me what time of the day it was.

How would he propose? ***

Maurice cried. He eyed me, his gaze turning wicked. "However, if you give the order to set Camilla free and let me marry her as well, I'll consider letting Giselle be my wife." "What are you even talking about?" His Majesty grew angry. "What do you mean, what am I talking about? Weren't you guys discussing my marriage to Giselle?" That thoroughly angered His Majesty. "We were talking about Gideon's marriage!"