Page 98 of Bride By Coronation

The door finally comes into view. A bit of relief fills me. I open it and motion for her to go inside.

"Is this where you live?" she asks.

I shake my head. "No. It's the royal quartersfor the arena."

"Oh. And where exactly are we? The flight was long," she notes, not going inside.

"Pompeii. Please. Go inside. The hallway is not somewhere to have discussions," I advise.

She glances behind us, then rises on her tiptoes and whispers, "Is someone watching us?" Her lips twitch.

"Hallways are public. Many people use them. They are monitored," I inform her, then point inside.

"I see. And the royal quarters. Is that monitored too?" she prods, still not moving.

I nod. "Tonight, yes. The Omni revoked my privacy privileges until I completed my vows. After we leave, the cameras will be dismantled and the rooms returned to private."

She wiggles her eyebrows, puts her fingers on my chest, and teases, "So I shouldn't do anything I don't want others to see?"

My cock hardens, and electricity sparks between us. I glance at her pouty lips, deciding I'm addicted to them.

Sean booms, "Fiona! Are you okay?"

Her face falls. She tears her gaze off me and steps inside. "I'm not discussing anything with you, Sean," she says angrily.

Sean scowls, accusing, "What did you do to her?"

I shut the door and warn, "You will show the queen respect."

He narrows his gaze.

"I'm waiting."

He looks at Fiona, then steps before her and bows, grumbling, "Your Majesty."

Fiona arches her eyebrows, glancing at me.

I point at Zara. "You too."

She crosses the room and stands next to Sean, then curtsies. "Yes. Of course. Your Majesty."

Fiona's lips twitch.

I lean down and murmur, "You can allow them to rise or let them stay like that all night."

She puts her hand over her mouth and stifles a giggle, then asks, "What do I say to them?"

"I normally say thank you, but whatever you want. You're the queen." I wink.

Her smile widens. She stares at them and then offers a "Thank you."

They rise.

Sean repeats, "Are you okay?"

She lifts her chin and squares her shoulders. "Of course I am. No thanks to you."

Guilt floods his expression.

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