Don't Promise (Don't 3)

“It is my business. I am a citizen of Galona. I serve the crown. And if that gold digging harlot thinks she has the right to rule next to you, I’m going to have a say.”

“Is that so?” I arched my eyebrows.

“Your Majesty, you asked me to speak freely.” He wasn’t backing down. There wasn’t an ounce of fear in his eyes.

“I did.” I walked toward the bedroom door. I turned before I exited. “You are the last of my father’s advisors.”

“I am, sir.”

My eyes set on him. “Did you ever question his decisions as you have mine?”

“Your father was king for years. He was much older when he had the crown.”

“Don’t confuse age with wisdom. I’ve learned they aren’t synonymous.”

Sutcliffe puffed his chest forward. “She’ll do the same thing to you that Sophia did to Dominic. I’m only trying to protect the crown.”

I glared. “I’m the one who protects the crown.”

I walked toward the elevator, not giving a fuck how rude or abruptly I ended our conversation. Sutcliffe was here because I allowed him to be. If he didn’t embrace the new Royal Consort, he would not remain for long.

32

Molly

The creamy silk was unbelievable. I looked at the woman in the mirror. When had this happened? No messy bun. No glasses. No yoga pants.

“His Majesty will love this dress on you.” Ayla stood next to me, admiring her work.

“You think so?” I watched her expression in the mirror.

“It fits you perfectly.” She grinned. “The color is perfect for your skin. It’s almost bridal.”

There it was again. The hint that tonight’s ball meant more than moving into the palace. My stomach lurched. Wasn’t it possible for a royal to date without having to make a life commitment? Couldn’t we get to know each other first?

I turned from the mirror, nervously. “I better go. I don’t want him to wait.”

“I will be there if you need anything,” Ayla reassured me. “Try not to be nervous if you can.”

“Right. I’m meeting every member of the government and the entire royal family. No reason to be nervous at all.”

I thought I could throw up on my glittery heels. If I thought I was nervous on gala night, it was because I didn’t know nights like this existed. My ankles wobbled as I held the beaded clutch Ayla handed me.

“Just breath. You’ll be fine.”

“I can do anything for a few hours.” I convinced myself. Just don’t fall down, forget a dignitary’s name, or spill my champagne.

At the end of the night was the reward. Damon and I would be able to go public about our relationship. I could be with him every night. My skin warmed at the thought of sharing his bed. The way his mouth possessed mine. The way he touched me. The way he taught me to embrace a side of myself I had buried.

I nodded. Yes. I could do this.

“He would like to see you before you’re introduced. You can go through the service tunnel.”

I remembered Damon mentioning them to me before. I could barely navigate my way through the first floor of the main rooms. Learning a passageway system seemed unlikely.

“But where do I go?”

“We decided it’s the best way to ensure no one sees you together before the ball begins. If you start walking, he’ll meet you.” She grinned. “It’s perfectly safe. And there are lights along the walkway by your feet.”