Pregnant For My Husband’s Father
I mean, think about it: I’d be Queen Clara Mikaelson, ruler of the entire kingdom, sipping expensive champagne while wearing a crown made of silver and pure disrespect for my enemies.
Kai?
Klaus?
They’d be my stepsons.
How’s that for a plot twist?
The king stood abruptly, majestic and brooding, like he was heading off to fight another war or maybe just to take a really intense nap.
Everyone, including me, stood and bowed.
It was like watching a royal cult performance.
No words. No nod. Nothing.
He just left.
Silent and sexy.
sigh
Anyway. Back to reality.
The second His Highness disappeared, Klaus turned to me with that infuriatingly charming smirk of his.