his gaze. “How are you punishing them?”
I could tell my question caught him off guard. “Punishing them?”
“Are you executing them? Locking them up? What are you doing to protect him?” I demanded, nearly shouting.
“They are free to think what they choose. Until they act, I cannot ‘punish’ them-…,”
“Is it a fucking democracy, or a monarchy? You are the king! ”
“And I will earn my people’s respect, not their fear.”
My mind turned. I paced, staring at the floor. “And if I go there, I will stop the sun from burning.”
“That is what your grandfather has told me. You will slow the burn, or stop it all together.”
“But just… one sun?”
He took a step to me, stopping me in my pacing path. “Just one sun.”
I lifted my eyes. “Will, they will come after Christopher.”
His hands slid over my arms, and his eyes turned dark. “That much is inevitable.”
“ No…, ” I locked my eyes with his. You have to protect Chris. He can’t fight like you… he can’t protect himself.
Losing him would destroy my parents.
“I’ll come with you… on one con dition,” I bit my lip, holding my breath.
“Yes?” He urged, his fingers tightening on my forearms.
“You have to make me the queen.”
Exhaling slowly, he released my arms. “Eva.”
“I will only go if I can rule.”
He refused to look away from me, and as soon as he began speaking, I wanted to slap across the face him for his patronizing tone. “Eva, I am engaged to be married. My fiancé is prepared to be queen. The coronation has already been planned… our wedding is in a month.”
I opened my mouth to speak, losing my words as I comprehended what he was saying.
Fiancé? Engaged? I prided myself on being a bad-ass bitch with a cold, hard shell, but deep inside the fourteen-year-old girl who dreamed of our royal wedding collapsed into a sad, sobbing mess. Illogical jealousy stoked my resentment.
I went from heartbroken to furious within three seconds.
“ You will make me queen, or I will not go. You can be with that- woman- all you want- I don’t expect you to be a husband to me… in that way. I have to have the throne, uncompromised.”
He lifted his eyes, staggered. “Uncompromised?”
“No one will challenge my rule. I won’t be shunned on the throne like fucking Anne Boleyn. You’ll treat me like your wife and queen- at all times.”
His eyes swept over me, and his strong jaw tightened. “Not intimately. You’re a child.”
“Well, no, not intimately.” I stiffened, my ego choking and curling into a pathetic ball in the corner. “And I’m not a child . I’ll be eighteen in a month.”
“And if I agree, you’ll take on the full responsibility of a queen… and all the accountability that comes with it.”
“Yes,” I agreed, too quickly.
“And you’ll consent to the instruction and guidance necessary?”
“Instruction and guidance?”
“A queen does not beat her scepter on the ground when she is angry. She does not imprison subjects without a fair trial. She does not flaunt her body,” he dropped his gaze to my chest, and I shrunk slightly. “Nor does she parade around dropping … how do you say it? ‘F-bombs.’”
“F-bombs?” I giggled at that; I couldn’t help it.
The corner of his mouth twitched. “Moreover, she obeys her king at all times.”
At that, I hardened. “ Obeys .”
“Obeys. Complete fealty. My word is final, and you respect that, both privately and publicly.”
“I guess.”
“Eva,” he closed the gap between us, and I shuddered at the heat from his body so close to mine. He smells so good. “You agree or disagree. You do not guess. ”
So close to him, without touching, my words escaped me. Everywhere, my body came sharply alive. Liam doesn’t make me feel like this… even when he has his hand up my skirt.
“I agree,” I conceded, breathless.
“And you understand that I love another.”
Pop . My confidence deflated and left me
Christiane Shoenhair, Liam McEvilly