Chapter 49
Forty-Nine
A good little slut doesn’t give up on something she wants.
And I want my king.
- Arienna
“In that case, I am marrying Nicholas.”
“The hel you are!”
I lift my chin. “Evangeline won’t marry you, so Nicholas will be forced to execute you unless there is a queen.
With that being me, I can torture you anyway I see fit, so I will lock you in your sex dungeon and edge you for the rest of your life.
” I shake my head gravely. “Sadly, that means you will never be allowed to come, but you will be alive. Though it might have to be done in the square as I don’t know if I can successfully argue that a public execution doesn’t have to be in the public eye; rather it only needs to be known by the public. ”
I start to rise. “Either way, I shall see you after your trial. Now I must head to training before –”
“Now hold on.”
“You made your decision, now I am making mine.”
“Godsdammit, Arienna,” he growls as he stands, “do not make me execute my brother.”
“Then marry me.”
He runs a hand through his hair. Curses.
Curses again.
Then he sighs. “Fine. Walk me through your other plan.”
A weightlessness fills my chest. “You’re going to trust me?” I breathe.
“I’m going to listen to your plan.” He holds his hand out to me. “Because you are my queen, Arienna. Even when I asked the Court for an annulment, you never stopped being my queen.” He shakes his head. “I’m sorry I panicked. I’m sorry I ignored your safe word. I should’ve trusted you.”
“I love you,” I say, my throat tight.
“I love you too.” He squeezes my fingers as I slip my hand in his. “Now tell me your plan.”