Vincent
I straighten my hands over my suit to keep from clenching them in to fists like I want to. “War works for business, works for economy, works for everyone but our people. That’s why I agreed to this arrangement.” I clear my throat and look at the man I’ve never been able to stomach for more than a few moments with in the past, and now I’m going to share a wife with him. “It isn’t because your sparkling personality won me, over, Nathan,” I say, trying not to choke on my words at that. Nathan is scheming shit that I wouldn’t want to share a country with, much less anything else. “But I understand that we’re in this together,” I say and straighten my mouth, keeping frustrations off my face and calmness over my facade. “I know this is what’s best for all of our nations. For the world.” That’s the truth, so it tastes less like a dried out lime when I say those final words.
Nathan’s eyes light up with the kind of mischief that shone over his schemes in school. “Oh?” is all he says, exhaling for a moment and looking toward the door our shared wife will soon walk through. I went to a special preparatory academy with Nathan Torthan, and I knew we were opposite personalities from the moment that we met. “Do you remember the way we met?” Nathan says, wanting to push me toward frustration.
I say nothing.
“You just aren’t a team kind of guy, and I hear that Isadora is quite the prodigy in many ways; not others, of her mother’s,” Nathan says and raises an eyebrow. I can tell that he wants to get a rise out of me by dangling his dick out that he has some kind of information that I fucking don’t have. He thinks he’ll snare me into his game. Nathan’s a scheming asshole, and I just don’t have time for his crap. I’ll play his little game only as much as I have to.
“I remember you ensuing chaos in one of our diplomacy classes, and yet here you are,” I laugh the words, though they’re full of the poison that being in the same air as him does to me. I don’t work well with others, and I doubt I’ll ever be able to get past just barely getting this alliance to work since Nathan is that partner now.
Fuck, do you hear what I’m saying?
I don’t work well with others, and I’m going to join three nations with a marriage. Fuuuuuuck…
I’m standing across from Nathan now, and I don’t even want to look at him, like I’m swept up in some petty charade that he likes to play at. “Look at her,” I say with my voice actually threatening to waver now. Damn. Even Nathan can’t distract me from the sight of her.
Isadora Brevintos is gorgeous. I knew she was a knockout before now. We both did. Dickheads or not, neither Nathan nor I would marry some hag just because her head wore a crown. We both sleep around enough that we’d just acquire power otherwise. Isadora is beautiful.
But the sight of her now, walking toward us in an utterly elegant gown and stepping forward tentative yet so pure.
Well, when I see Nathan clench his fists, I know he’s thinking exactly what I am. His mouth purses for a second before the mask he always wears overtakes his face.
“Don’t fuck this up,” I say, and I turn to Nathan to say this, even though I want to keep my eyes on Isadora. She’s walking toward us both, and I don’t know how my chest is containing my oxygen now. My ribs could crack from the strain I’m facing.
Isadora’s eyes are not cast downward. She’s not timid, despite the definite uncertainty that she must face in this move. An advantageous agreement like this would have come with more guile and coordination if she had any.
“Your Highnesses,” Isabella says, her voice breathy for an instant before she gains her resolve.
“Please, we’re Nathan, Vincent,” Nathan says with a wave of his hand.
I capture Isabella’s. “May I?” I ask, hoping to kiss her hand. I like old-fashioned charm. Nathan is hard-on seduction with no subtlety. I try to avoid feeling sickened by him.
“Yes, you may. I imagine you’ll both do so much more in time. There is to be a bedding,” Isadora says. I’m surprised at her language, whispered so that only the three of us can hear it. A bold move. She doesn’t say it lasciviously, and I can’t describe how it turns me on. What a filthy fucker that I am. Sweet Isadora brings out the naughtiest thoughts within me, because I want her. So much more than just a fuck. I like her. I like her personality. I like her courage.
I want to taste her courage come undone around me. I want her perfect peach lips to tremble from pleasure, her courage putting her in an ultimately pleasurable moment. I want to see her ‘o’ face be one of ‘oh god do that again.’
If my horny thoughts are all over my face, then my diplomacy is worse than I could have imagined.
Isadora’s face flushes a little, and I know she’s wondering how she was so bold.
Nathan’s hand goes to the small of her back, and I see her warm to the idea though she’s still so demure.
Fuck, what was I thinking? I’m enraptured by thought of her, and I want to decimate this sharing notion as soon as possible.
I won’t, because I won’t choose the battlefield for my country over something to do with my cock and my pride, but it does make this even more difficult. Worse than I could have imagined.
“Thank you both,” Isadora says, reaching her hands out to claim one of ours into hers. “I know that this is an odd, antiquated plan, but I appreciate you all for doing what’s good for our people, for the world.”
Isadora is going to be an excellent queen. I just want her to be only mine.