Don't Promise (Don't 3)

“I believe so, sir.”

He walked over, brushed the front of my lapel and took a step back. There may have been a time when Sutcliffe could have been a fatherly figure to me. A man I could look up to after my father’s death. But the minute he started to try to control my decisions, any chance of that was eliminated. I wasn’t going to let an advisor manipulate me.

His agenda was stuck in the past. He was aligned with my father’s philosophies. My uncle wasn’t far from their ideology either. I had wrested with him the first two years and finally realized I may be a young king, but I was their king.

A king who had served his country in the military. A king who had been groomed for the crown. A king who was going to do whatever the hell he wanted.

“Good,” I responded quickly. “Is my Royal Consort ready?” I looked at my watch.

“She is getting dressed, sir.”

I hadn’t seen Molly since the morning meeting. I was sure she had been briefed on the vote, but I wanted to talk to her about it.

“What is the order of events, Sutcliffe?”

“The royal family will be introduced. Your arrival will be announced, followed by the presentation of your mother.”

“She’s here?” I was stunned.

“Of course.” He flicked his mustache.

She hadn’t made an official royal appearance in months. If there was one person Ayla couldn’t prepare Molly for, it was my mother. Damn it.

“Then Molly will be introduced?”

He nodded. “Yes. First to the government. She will go through cabinet introductions, and then to the opposite side of the ball room to meet the royal family.”

“Standard,” I muttered.

“It is, sir. Except that we are doing this for a woman no one knows.”

“And that bothers you, doesn’t it?” I straightened my cufflinks one last time. I only had a few minutes before I needed to be downstairs.

Sutcliffe pressed his lips together.

“You may speak freely. What is it about Molly that you don’t like?”

“I am to speak freely?”

“Yes.” I didn’t have time for this, especially if he was going to make me repeat myself.

“I’m not the only member of the palace household who knows whe

re she came from.”

“You have something against Americans?” I questioned. I didn’t need political issues along with family ones.

“No, Your Highness. I’m talking about The Titan.”

My eyes darted across the room. “The Titan?”

He folded his hands behind his back. “A woman who would participate in the gala is not someone I would choose to be our next queen.”

“Queen?” What the fuck was he talking about?

“You’ve moved her into the palace, given her a title, and tonight she meets the entire royal family and every member of government. Do you not want to marry her?”

I balled my fists at my side. “That’s none of your damn business.”