The entourage that followed Cort and Thomas around was impressive. Jaq should know, since he was usually a part of it.
I snorted. “I have no idea. Since the whole family will be there, should we just assume the whole royal guard will attend?”
“All right, that would make sense. The children will all be there as well. I wonder if we could get someone to help wrangle all of them, especially for photographs.”
“You are asking the wrong person. Are we making the seating chart?”
Jaq shrugged. “I don’t know. I was told to bring you the list to work on. I did that.”
“Hmm. Dad handed me this board with people’s names and plates, and I don’t know what I am supposed to do with it.”
“Is it too late to elope?” Jaq asked.
“Do not tempt me, love. I’ll marry you in Vegas in a heartbeat.” I kissed his neck and nipped at his earlobe. Jaq hissed in a breath. His hand gripped my bicep.
“I’ve never been. Is it a lot of fun?”
“Perhaps we should go on a honeymoon.”
“No, thank you. I’d rather go up to that mountain getaway place you all have, spend two weeks completely alone with you.” Jaq kissed my cheek.
My body heated as it always did when he showered me with affection. After spending years only getting a few stolen moments, we were making up for lost time. It was a miracle I ever spent any time away from him now that I could kiss him anytime I wanted.
“Yes, me, you, and the bodyguards that follow us around every day.”
That at least got a laugh out of Jaq.
“This is real.” He fiddled with the ring on his finger, a habit I’d noticed when he was feeling unsure.
“The realest it’s ever been. I love you more than all the stars in the sky,” I said. “Now, seriously, help me finish this guest list.”
“I don’t know who all should come. Everybody’s from your side. We’re not really inviting that many people from my country.”
I sighed, because I knew he was right.
“How about this? For every table you finalize, I’ll stroke your dick.” Jaq nipped at my earlobe, and my dick stood at attention.
“There’s not nearly enough tables for this small ceremony,” I said.
“Then I guess they’d better be really good strokes,” Jaq said.
Chapter 14
Jaq
I can honestly say that I never pictured my wedding going like this. Actually, I never pictured my wedding at all. Never in my life had I imagined a time that I would be married, and even if I had spent any time fantasizing about a wedding, it would not have been to an actual prince.
In my youth, I’d fantasized about getting away where no one knew my story. All I wanted was a normal life. Now I had the furthest thing from it.
Growing up, royalty was the worst. The only good one among them was my brother, Thomas. Of course, I knew now as an adult that things were different. In addition to royalty not being the worst, it was only a small subset of them that were actually terrible. The rest, my brother Thomas, my other brother Damien, and the entire royal family of Swena, were actually the best, and now I would be marrying into that family.
Cort had insisted on giving me a title. If nothing else, it was so the press, including the foreign press, had to refer to me as such. It was something else to see my name on the screen, not as Jacques Kingson, illegitimate son of the former king, but as Viscount Kingson of Merrick, which apparently was some property that belonged to the royal family that was somewhere on the coast. So, now I had a title and land. And today, I would be marrying Prince Erich, but first, I had to do one last thing before I could get dressed.
I set the test stick on the counter and washed my hands, humming quietly to myself. Was I usually so meticulous about washing my hands the full amount of time that was recommended? No, but I had a reason to wait. The test said three minutes, and three minutes it would be. Of course, after one minute, I peeked at the results window. I didn’t want to get my hopes up, but Erich and I had not been as diligent about birth control the last three months as we had been for the entire five years of our relationship. And well… a guy could hope.
Either way, today was my wedding day, and I would be happy with the result.
Two lines stared back at me, even though less than sixty seconds had passed. I blinked several times, sure that I was mistaken. The last time I’d been in this situation I’d thought I knew what I wanted, and when it didn’t happen, sadness had overtaken me. Now I was looking at the results, wondering if I was seeing things.
