And I’m about to lie to them.
“I love you both so much, and I’ve always appreciated how protective you are of me. But you’ve got to trust me this time. I know what I’m doing.”
Complete bullshit.
I don’t have a clue what I’m doing or if everything is going to blow up in my face like a Fourth of July fireworks show gone wrong.
“So it’s real then? You’re actually married to the king?” Shock settles on Cross’s handsome face. “You’re going to be the queen?”
My lip trembles, and I’m not sure if it’s fear or the overwhelming love I have for my brothers, but it’s right there under the surface. “I guess I am.”
Ares grins and leans back in his chair. “Gracie said she thought something was going on at the beach house, and I told her there was no way... Guess I was wrong.”
I hold my fingers up and squish them together to measure an inch. “Maybe just a little bit.”
“You were always destined to help people, B. Now you’ll have a bigger platform to make a bigger difference.” It’s the first positive thing Cross has said since I answered the phone, and there’s no way for me to hold back my tears.
I wipe my face with the back of my hand and sniff, then look up at the open doorway where my husband has been watching most of this conversation from the background.
Without voicing a word, he asks if he can join me, and I nod.
Rhys moves into the camera’s frame. “I’m sorry you weren’t there to see your sister get married. But I promise you, I will protect her with my life.”
“You fucking better.” Cross’s voice holds a threatening edge I haven’t heard before. “She’s better than you, Windsor. She’s better than all of us.”
“I love you guys.”
Has our King Taken an American Queen?
Rumors circling the house of Windsor say this, in fact, is true. King Rhys has married the American commoner, Bellamy Wilder. A nurse from Kroydon Hills, Pennsylvania, and a close friend of Her Royal Highness Princess Lennon and her new husband, as well. My sources say the late King Frederic passed before King Rhys was able to share the news.
Now we will all be waiting on pins and needles to see if this marriage will last the test of time and the pressure of the crown.
Only time will tell.
Stay tuned, royal watchers.
Rhys
Father
Your mother would be ashamed of you.
I ignore the text from my father, leaving him unread and skip down to the message from my sister.
Lennon
If you don’t stop whatever you’re doing right now and call me, I’m going to charter a flight right back to Mornea and cause a scene like you could never imagine.
In case you weren’t sure, I’m deadly serious.
Call me.
Rhys
I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, but I’m in the middle of dealing with this at the moment. I can call you tonight.
Lennon
