“Is there anything else I might be able to bring you, sir?”

“No thank you, Bruno, I think that’s going to be everything,” I said as I accepted the glass of champagne from the man and lifted it to my lips.

I had always been a fan of champagne and as the jet came in to land in San Peluzzi, I had to admit that I needed something to tame my nerves.

Once Bruno stepped from the main part of the cabin, I was left to my own thoughts, and I turned my attention back out the window. We were descending quickly, and I could feel the lurch in my stomach as we lost altitude. A part of me was glad to be home once more. There was always a tension I felt in the pit of my stomach when I was away, and the reason for my latest excursion certainly added to the stress I was feeling.

At the same time, as I looked down on the little nation, I couldn’t help but wonder if I would be a suitable leader for the people who lived within it. Of course, they were all wealthier than most of the world’s population, and if things got too hard for any of them, they would be more than happy to pack up their things and move on somewhere else, but at the same time, I wanted to make my father proud.

It was true I had lived a life of partying, and it was true that I largely deserved the things the tabloids printed about me. I wasn’t proud of it, but I had been guilty of doing most of what they had claimed, and though I often denied it, those photos didn’t lie. They depicted all of the bad choices I had made, and seeing them now pained me.

Though it had only been a couple of days, all I had been thinking about lately was my inheritance. I couldn’t imagine living life if my brother took the throne, especially if our parents decided that I was unfit to do so.

I wasn’t thrilled with the idea of marrying Sophia, but all I cared about was the throne. My only goal was to ensure I gained that inheritance, and the only way that was going to happen was if I were to put a ring on her finger and earn the approval of my father.

Which was exactly what I was doing back in San Peluzzi. I wasn’t sure how much hope my parents had in me actually finding a suitable woman in the next six months, but I had full faith they were going to be thrilled with my news. I could only imagine the looks on their faces when I told them my idea, and I could already hear the cheers and congratulations they were going to rain down upon me.

I set course for the palace as soon as I landed, instructing the driver to take me there straight away. Though Father and Mother were often busy during the day, I knew they were going to be happy to see me, especially after the way things had ended a couple days before.

At first, I didn’t see either one of them when I burst into the house, and I wasn’t about to wait around for one of the servants to go find them. I wanted to give the news as soon as possible, and the best way to do that was going to be if I found them myself.

Father was in the dining room looking over several documents he had spread out in front of him. Normally, I would have waited until he had finished, but I was too eager to share my news that I burst in on him and demanded his full attention. He looked at me in surprise when I rushed into the room, and motioned for me to take a seat at the table.

“I have something to share with you, Father,” I said as I took a seat. He looked up in surprise as well as expectation, and I smiled with pride. I couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when he heard what I had to say. “Is Mother around? I would love for her to hear this as well.”

“Your mother is in town tending to a few personal matters, but I will be happy to share your news with her when she gets back.” He looked at me with a concerned look on his face, and I could see that he was doing his best to be optimistic. I sat back in my seat, eager to let the moment sink in.

“Well?” he asked in anticipation. I drummed my hands on the table then leaned forward, not at all caring that I was acting like a teenager once again.

“I’ve found a bride!” I fairly shouted. He raised an eyebrow, and I could see that he was incredulous.

“Oh?” he asked, and I immediately felt defensive.

“Don’t you want to know who it is?” I prompted, crossing my arms and looking defiantly at him. He continued to eye me with a strange look, and I was quick to continue.

“Sophia! Sophia Beckenham-Huxtable! You know, the young lady from England?” I looked at him with a grin and he leaned forward. I waited for his congratulations, but his silence made me begin to feel insecure.

My father rose from his seat and walked over to the drinks cabinet, pulling out two glasses and a bottle of red wine.

“Son, when your mother and I expressed our concern about the direction your life was taking, we wanted you to stop and think about things in a rational, mature manner. We wanted you to find someone who was going to help you settle down in life, and who will be by your side in the years to come. You know that marriage is not something that ought to be taken lightly.” My father poured two glasses of wine and set one down in front of me.

I picked up the glass and swirled the liquid around inside, looking down and taking a deep breath in. I enjoyed the scent of red wine, and the pungent aroma made my lungs feel tight with anticipation. I took a sip.

“I understand that, Father, and I have to say, she is likely the best choice I have. You know as well as I do that she holds herself like a queen at all the functions we attend, and she certainly looks the part. I can see her being perfect in the wedding, and performing the role beautifully in the years to come!”

I triumphantly drained the glass of wine and waited for my father to say something.

“Well? What do you think?” I asked with an impatient tone in my voice. He took a sip of his own wine, and I could see that he was debating what to say.

“Who you marry is your decision. You’re allowed to marry whoever you want, and you’re the one who’s going to live with them the rest of your life…” He paused. “But at the same time, you have to know that the rest of your life is a very long time.” He took another gulp of his wine, and I marveled at how quickly he was getting through the glass.

My father was never a man to be given to alcohol, especially not like me, but he was going through the glass a lot faster than usual. I could see that he was agitated, and I knew it was because of Sophia. Though I felt she was the best match of anyone that I had to choose from, I knew how my father felt about her.

It was no secret that she was one to show up at all the parties. She had appeared in the tabloids more than most young women had, and she was known for being involved in a scandal or two. I knew all these things, but I felt that only made her a better match for me. She was someone that could understand where I was coming from, someone who would never be able to hold my past against me.

Sure, it was going to be something the media would be all over, but I didn’t mind that either. All I really cared about was getting the wife my parents wanted me to get, and getting the inheritance I wanted to earn. All I could think about was the day when I would be king—a day that would evidently be soon, if my father was going to go through with what he’d said.

“I want to marry Sophia, and I want to make you proud. I’ve been thinking a lot about what you said, and you are absolutely right, I need to really settle down and take my position seriously. You’ve done so much for me and Francis, it’s not right that I’ve been wasting all that. Of course, Francis would be an excellent choice, but I am the older of the two of us, and I want to rise to the occasion.”

Father sat quietly during my speech, and I could see that he was moved by what I had to say, but he still had an air of concern.

“Son, I’m not going to tell you what to do, but you have to know that this is a lot more than just acceding to the throne. I know that is what you want out of this, and I have to warn you, there are so, so many tricks to being married, and unless you are willing to truly stick it out, you aren’t going to make it.” He looked at me square in the eyes and I could sense his disapproval.

I rose from my seat and looked around the room. I did my best not to show any anger or agitation toward my father, though I knew he could sense it. I smiled as I pushed the chair back into its place, and gave my father the most reassuring look that I could muster. He looked at me for a moment, then he went back to the paperwork in front of him.

There was a moment of hesitation as I debated what to say, then with a silent sigh to myself I turned to go. I didn’t walk nearly as quickly as I could have—part of me wanted my father to call me back into the room and tell me he was proud of me, that he was going to come to the wedding and support me in my new endeavor, and that he would be happy to hand me the throne.

I realized as I walked through the door that I hadn’t yet told him about the wedding only being two weeks away, but there was also something inside me that told me I ought to keep that part to myself. If he wasn’t thrilled about the fact that I was going to marry Sophia, I knew that it was even less likely that he was going to be happy about it happening in only two weeks’ time.

All the dreams I had of him being thrilled that I was engaged and following through with the ultimatum he had given me were crushed. I thought there would have been a grand announcement, but as I left, I could only think about how I had once again been a disappointment to my father and the family. I could only imagine how the news was going to go with Mother if he was so disappointed…but then again, Mother had always been far more forgiving than Father.

I shook my head as I walked down the steps, my mind running through thoughts too quickly for me to keep up. I slipped into the limo and asked the driver to take me home, and to roll up the window that separated us. I didn’t want him to see the agitation in my face as I looked out the window and wondered how I was going to go through with the wedding.

Obviously, I was going to have to tell my father at some point that I would be having the ceremony before the month was out—and that I was hoping that would still give me his blessing. I had to admit to myself that Sophia wouldn’t be the best fit, but I ignored the feeling.

As I looked out the window, my mind suddenly wandered to the blonde I had met on the beach—the same blonde who was planning my wedding with Sophia. Part of me thought it rather ironic that the woman I couldn’t stop thinking about was planning my marriage to a woman that I didn’t want to be with. For a brief moment, I wondered what it would be like if I were to make Sasha my wife instead.

I shook the thought out of my mind as I rolled up the window of the limo and took out my phone. There were a few messages from Sophia, but none from Sasha. Of course there weren’t—she was with Sophia, so if there were any questions about the wedding, she would have someone right there to ask.

After all, Sophia was the bride—she would be the star of the show. Sasha would be the girl no one would see while all eyes were on the girl who didn’t deserve the position I was about to give her.

No matter how I thought about it, there was really no way to make me seem like less of an asshole. I was the one who was giving an undeserving wife access to the throne, while the one woman I couldn’t stop thinking about would be going back to some ordinary life in the United States.

I shook my head, feeling incredibly annoyed at the situation I now found myself in as I set my phone down on the seat next to me. I was trying to do the right thing, but it seemed that it was once again the wrong thing.

Though I hated to admit it, I wished I had my old life back. Or perhaps just an ordinary life, for once.