Page 119 of The Trophy

Do you really think a legit prince will share his queen long term?

I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but newsflash, Lakyn. They’re just using you because you let them act out every dirty fantasy they might have.

But when they’re done with you, you’ll be left with nothing to show for it but a destroyed reputation and quite possibly an STD.

The higher you climb, the higher your fall from grace.

So girls, take this as a cautionary tale. Don’t be greedy or you’ll end up with nothing. Hockey players don’t marry puck bunnies and princes don’t marry sluts.

And if you don’t believe me, if you think all this is the product of a vivid imagination, here’s the proof that what I’m saying is true. All the photos here are time stamped. Enjoy.

Before I leave you to message Lakyn and tell her how much we hate disgusting sluts like her, I have one last thing to say.

Tomorrow our Cove Knights will face the Grove Gladiators in the Frozen Four final.

I hope you’ll all join me in saying: GO KNIGHTS!

LUCA

I hold my phone with white-knuckle force, reading that blog post over and over. Wishing that every time I look at those photos of Lakyn with each of us, the images might disappear and the cruel words change. I don’t even want to look at the hundreds of comments that have already started to populate under the post.

For a long moment, I’m not even aware of the mayhem that’s exploded around me in the Grand Hotel conference room.

Voices get louder and louder, some are coming from the members of the press.

“Luca, is this true?” A pretty brunette with the logo of a local TV station on her microphone asks.

“Did you know that your girlfriend is sleeping with two of your teammates?” A guy who’s interviewed me before in the locker room yells.

I’m not the only victim of the rapid fire of questions and conjectures being spewed from every corner of the conference room. “Cash, Blaze, can I get a comment? How long have you been involved with Miss Woods?”

“Everyone knows about Lakyn and Luca’s relationship,” another journalist says. “Did you willingly pursue your team captain’s girl, or did she pursue you?”

The questions become even more vicious when directed toward Lakyn.

“Lakyn, is it true? Do you enjoy sharing your bed with all three Cove Knights? Was dating all three your idea?”

Some are downright brutal. “Are you a puck bunny, Miss Woods? Did you sleep with any other hockey players or athletes on campus?”

And the final straw.

“Tell me about the alleged piercing on Prince Luca’s penis? Where is it, how does it look like and does it enhance his performance between the sheets?”

“ENOUGH!” I bellow.

Silence falls onto the room and suddenly you could hear the proverbial pin drop.

All eyes are on me and I stand there totally shocked, silent and with my mouth agape. I didn’t exactly have a plan when I yelled and I have no idea what to say or do. All I know is that I want this to stop.

I’m thankful when Guido appears by the Dean’s side on the podium and practically body checks him away from the microphone; I couldn’t do better on the ice.

“This press conference is over.” He says with a tone that brooks no arguments and a glare at the Dean’s weak protest that he wasn’t done with his speech. “Everyone, thank you for coming. The Royal family has no comment on any of the topics at hand. Please leave the room in an orderly fashion and?—”

Of course no one listens to Guido’s orders and the frenzy of questions resumes as vicious as before. It was too good to be true that telling them to leave would do the trick.

Guido is no noob though and has been handling the King’s affairs since I can remember, so he doesn’t let the chaos phase him. He just nods to one side of the stage and utters one more word. “Security.”

That’s when the men in black, part of the royal security detail storm the room.

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