*Rose*“Where are we going?” I ask Reece as he leads me up yet another flight of stairs. This is the third or fourth. I’ve lost count.“I told you, darlin’, it’s a surprise,” he says, and I hear the humor in his voice.I keep walking, even though I’m starting to grow a little weary of climbing, espe
“Well,” Reece begins, and I can hear the hesitancy and the emotion in his voice. “Maybe… if I don’t win… the two of us could… continue to… see one another?”I look up and into his eyes. Is he serious? He wants to see me, after this? After I’ve birthed the king’s baby?All I can do is smile. “That so
*Rose*I welcome the warm sun pouring into my room. I sit on the rocking chair beside the window and watch the fountain below as my mind swims. “I love you…” I couldn’t have dreamt or imagined those words. Eli had said he loved me. Had he only said it as he was still high from the dizzying passion o
I stand at the door looking like a foolish… slutty bunny.My eyes dart around the room as everyone looks at me with bewilderment. When my eyes finally land on Emily, I can see her snickering with her friends. So this is her doing? I wonder how she got the king and king’s guard to go along with this.
*Mark* I stand in silence, watching the situation unfold between the king and Rose, wondering what I can do to help her, and when she runs from the building, my first instinct is to follow her. As I make a run for the door, I tap Reece on the shoulder, “Handle this, please?” I ask him, and he nods
I am hard beneath my suit pants, and the ache I feel for her is beginning to get the best of me, as I push her half-shirt and the thin lacy bra she has on under it, out of the way to expose her beautiful breasts. My thumbs work over her hardened nipples of their own accord. “Take me, Mark,” she whi
*Mark* I walk quickly toward the throne room. The king has summoned me, and I wonder if he wants to ask me why I missed dinner last night. Maybe this is the best time to discuss the fact that Emily isn’t Luna material. I know she is his cousin, so I wonder how he’ll react. As I near the throne ro
This time I clench my fists. “What threat did he issue?” Eli asks in a cold tone. “He will attack the castle,” the king tells us as he slams his fist on the throne's armrest. “Does he really think he can do that and succeed?” I ask. If he thinks his warriors can conquer the royal troops, he is a