Sorry to say it, but these Torskethorpian traditions are a load of crock.
“That’s not necessary,” Keller speaks up, his voice commanding, yet ready to appease. “I can take my old quarters.”
Theo shakes his head. “You’re a soon-to-be prince. That means you remain in Strombly. It will be best you remember that, Keller, moving forward.” Ooo, look who just got put in his place.
“Yes, sir,” Keller says, giving in right away. Don’t blame him, Theo is a tough one to disobey.
But then it hits me. Keller will be sleeping in another room. Away from me. Far, far away, so far that . . . wait, where is the sapphire room? Is it close enough that I could at least peek in on him when he’s showering?
“Wait, hold on,” I say. “Does that mean I don’t get to spend any time with him? Our days are busy enough, so the nights are what we save for each other. I don’t want to be pulled away from Keller before we get married. I need him.”
“And you’ll have time with him. You can retreat to your room at night, all we ask is for the sanctity of our traditions to be honored. That just means keeping your clothes on.” Theo raises a brow at me.
Oh God, reprimanded by my grandfather to keep my clothes on. That’s not right.
He knows I’m a rabid sex fiend.
That’s . . . problematic.
“It won’t be a problem,” Keller says. Of course he would say that. He’s never one to challenge authority, but that means four weeks of no sex. Can he even handle that?
No sucking on his balls.
No twisting my nipple rings.
No flicking my clit.
No deep-throated cock sucking.
No bent over a bed, butt play . . .
Does he not realize that?
For the love of God, butt play, Keller!
Earth to my fiancé, we’re going to have a case of deep-rooted, almost irreversible blue balls walking down the aisle.
“Thank you,” Theo says with a sense of relief. Glad he finds relief in all of this. Someone has to. “I know it’s something our gothi will be grateful for. It’ll make his job easier.”
“Gothi, who is that?” I ask, forgetting my mourning of butt play for a second.
“He’s like a priest,” Keller answers. “He doesn’t have any religious affiliation. He’s more spiritual than anything, but he’s the man who oversees all marriages and pre-marriage classes.”
“Oh . . . so is he going to ask us if we’ve had sex? Because since we’re being honest, Keller and I have had a lot of sex.”
“Lilly,” Keller says under his breath.
“What? It’s true. We have. I mean . . . a lot, more than I’ve ever had in my whole life, and probably not something I should be announcing to my grandparents, let alone the king and queen of a country, but I have to put it out there . . . just so much sex that I would have to have a true re-birth in order to be considered a virgin again.”
“Jesus,” Keller mutters.
“We understand the passion you have for each other,” Katla says with a humoring smile on her lips. “And Gothi Elias will ask you if you’ve had pre-marital relations, so the answer you need to give him is yes, you have, but since your engagement, you’ve remained celibate.”
“That won’t be a problem,” Keller says, all professional.
“But that’s not true. Since the engagement, we’ve had even more sex, like . . . so much sex that I had a hard time walking—”
“It won’t be a problem,” Keller repeats, shutting me up real quick with a subtle squeeze of my hand.
