The King Takes a Bride 4 by Bourdon Danielle

Author:Bourdon, Danielle [Bourdon, Danielle]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: King, Love, Suspense, Romantic Suspense, Mystery & Suspense, wedding, Royal, Contemporary, Intrigue, Romance, New Adult & College, sensual, Billionaire, Passion, Adventure, Princess, contemporary romance, Literature & Fiction
ISBN: 9781499608243
Publisher: Wildbloom Press
Published: 2013-05-09T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

“Your Majesty, am I hearing you correctly? You're telling me I have to leave your country because you refuse to honor a contract?” Bashir, hands clasped behind his back, stood at one end of the South parlor.

A study in white with silver trim, the South parlor got all its character from the architecture, accent pieces and texture. The elaborate fireplace had carved cherubs lining the perimeter as well as the mantle, which matched end tables, the coffee table and a statuette in marble against white walls. Decorative pillows sported fringe and tassels, and the rugs covering portions of the white stone floor varied between imitation fur or a white-on-white pattern in the Persian style. The courtyard it overlooked matched the pale theme in fountains, pots, trellis and stone benches. Lush greenery broke up the monotony both inside and out, with specifically situated plants designating separate sitting areas.

Sander hovered near one of the french doors, hands in the pockets of his slacks. He studied Bashir's expression of indignation and the gleam of retribution in the man's eyes. The Crown Prince was unhappy, it appeared, with Sander's decision.

“I see no reason to delay your departure, especially when you sent your men to coerce my sister into marriage. After, I should remind you, I declined in her stead. She's made it more than clear the arrangement doesn't suit,” Sander said.

Bashir laughed a condescending laugh. “Well, this is a first. Thrown out of the host's home because of honor issues and lies. I sent no one to 'coerce' the Princess, your Majesty. If anyone did so, it was an innocent attempt to talk sense into a woman who clearly does not comprehend what marriage to me will do for her social standing. Tell me, what other King is offering for her hand, hm?” Bashir tilted his ear toward Sander expectantly, exaggerating the motion by leaning his shoulders as well.

It was the kind of pompous gesture that annoyed Sander no end. He cut straight to the chase. “You'll forgive me that I don't believe you had nothing to do with your men intercepting my sister, Bashir. Her ambition to make a good match in marriage doesn't include being forced into it with a barbaric contract she never agreed to. But I've said all this, haven't I? Now we're just performing the dance steps again.”

Bashir straightened out of his pseudo-mocking lean. His dark eyes narrowed and one corner of his mustache twitched. “Several of your guests arriving soon are acquaintances of mine. They expect to see me here. So before you exert your authority, I suggest you think about what you'll tell them regarding my absence.”

“I'll simply tell them Natalia turned you down flat. I imagine that will set their tongues wagging for a good long while.” Sander smiled. It didn't reach his eyes.

“Not as long or as intent when they learn the Latvala King does not honor his contracts. How many do you have floating around, Sander? How many countries are you engaged with, have agreements with?” Bashir paused, then said, “That's what I thought.

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