Page 12 of Three's A Crown

This was my first relationship drama when the two of them found out about each other and then managed to get into a fight over me. Not going to lie, it was hot, with testosterone flying everywhere. Both boys ended up at the barn sporting a black eye and demanding for me to choose between them, which I could never do because my father would never allow a princess to be involved with a lowly stable boy.

Also, I didn’t want to choose. Why couldn’t I have them both?

Deciding to take my chances, I proposed a demand of my own, which was I kept fooling around with both, either separately or together. I wasn’t fussed either way, but I wasn’t going to choose just one—it was either both or none. Eventually, they agreed after much persuasion on my part. And we had a lot of fun together until they grew bored and started dating other women in the village.

Then there was my footman, Alec, who was willing to help any time of the day or night and knew his way around the secret passages of the palace, of which we made great use. He’d creep into my bedroom at night and wake me with his hand over my mouth and his dick between my thighs, then have his wicked way with me. It was thrilling knowing what we were doing while everyone else was blissfully asleep. I loved having this dirty little secret between the two of us.

Where did this sexual appetite come from?

Unfortunately, I think I inherited that gene from my father. I clearly remember the night Alec and I stumbled upon my father’s indiscretions. I was seventeen and taking a stroll late in the evening with Alec, looking for a new area of the palace to explore together when we stumbled upon the cellars. Little did we know that was where my father hosted his secret society sex parties. It surprised us both at what was unfolding before our very eyes. I’d never seen an orgy before, but I knew the thought of it set my body on fire. I didn’t understand how seeing something so wrong felt so right. Alec then explained what he had heard happened in these cellars, but he thought it was simple gossip, not suspecting it was true. I was shocked, but not overly surprised. I had heard my father and Henrietta arguing late one night about his indiscretions, but I didn’t know he hosted them right here beneath us all.

Each time I knew he was hosting, I found myself in the tunnels, watching the scenes playing out before me. Thankfully, I never caught my father in a compromising position.Ew.He liked to take his women to another room for that. Still, what was happening before my eyes intrigued me. It was Alec’s and my dirty little secret, until one day, Alec met someone who he cared for and stopped our little rendezvous sessions.

It's another reason why I don’t want to be tied down to one man, I like variety and spice in my life, and some boring ass prince who needs to host a ball to find a wife is not at all what I’m into, no matter how hot he is, unless he’s down with some fun with his bodyguard too, then I would be up for that.

“We have so much to plan and such little time,” Henrietta exclaims loudly, pulling me from my dirty thoughts.

5

AUGUSTINE

For the past couple of weeks, we have looked over the files of the princesses coming to the ball, until Greyson and I were seeing double. But tonight’s the night we meet the princesses, and I’m feeling overwhelmed already. By the end of the night, I need to have found a bride, the future queen and mother to my children, and—hopefully—someone tolerant of our needs.

There’s a knock at my bedroom door. “Come in,” I call out.

“Sorry to bother you, sir. I realized we missed one folio of women. They were a last-minute addition, so I thought you should look at them before tonight,” Lester advises me.

I raise a brow in his direction but take the folder from his hands and watch him disappear out the door again.

“Interesting?” Greyson steps from the shadows with a smile.

“Does it matter who’s in here? None of them have been right so far.” I throw the folder onto the desk, unhappy time is running out.

“They all look good on paper,” Greyson adds.

“Yes, but that means shit,” I answer snarkily.

“There are some potentials.” Greyson tries for optimism, but even I can hear his voice lacks confidence.

“I’m glad you’re more optimistic about this than I am,” I say and let out a heavy sigh over the entire situation.

“We have a couple of girls who could be the one. But we won’t know until we meet them in person,” Greyson says as he grabs the new folder and flops onto the bed.

“That’s a gamble,” I tell him, leaning against the wall, taking him in as he concentrates on the contents of the folder. I stare as my stomach does somersaults thinking about how this could all change if I pick the wrong woman. That she may put an end to this relationship, and I can’t have that. I know it’s selfish wanting it all, but who the hell says I can’t?I do want it all.

“Interesting,” Greyson murmurs as he flips between the pages. “Princesses Magnolia, Skylar, and Rosalie of Aegina,” he says as he looks up with a smile on his face. “Their father died recently, plunging them into debt. They need this marriage to save their palace from the debt collectors.” Greyson grins at the girls’ misfortune. “They seem like the kind of women that might be happy making a deal.” Greyson's eyes glow with glee. “Plus, they are beautiful.” He grins, handing me the three individual photos of the girls.

I don’t dare get excited about this seemingly good news as I stare down at their pictures. They are beautiful, each one the complete opposite of the others. I stop on the last image of a woman who looks like she doesn’t want to be there, she has a semi-scowl on her face. I turn her photo around and show Greyson which makes him laugh.

“I was thinking the same thing. She doesnotlook happy about taking that photo for you. Wonder why that is?” He smiles.

“Maybe she has a lover, but because her family is in such debt she’s being forced against her will to come to the event to try and snag herself a prince to help save her country,” I muse.

“That could be it, seems like that would make it a win-win situation for us. She could keep her lover while you keep yours.” Greyson smirks.

“Or she’s a lesbian?”

“Even better, less chance of paternity questions.” Greyson smiles.

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