Ravishing Reign by Aleatha Romig

Author:Aleatha Romig [Romig, Aleatha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Romig Works

Roman

Lord Martin tugged my suit coat over my shoulders as he peered over one into the full-length mirror. “I was concerned about the absence of the padded shirt. No one seems to have noticed.”

There was one person who did, but despite the rather intimate relationship Lord Martin and I shared, speaking about Lucille and our private encounters was something I wouldn’t do. Instead, I turned sideways, viewing my profile. “It’s a hell of a lot more comfortable.” I turned to face my assistant. “Do you have any advice for the blessing?”

“I’m afraid, sir, you’re sailing into uncharted territory—at least recently uncharted. The last royal marriage to receive a blessing was King Theodore and Queen Anne’s.”

Tugging on the cuffs of shirt sleeves and exposing the diamond Godfrey cuff links, I looked up. “Why on earth did they need a blessing?”

Lord Martin clasped his hands behind his back. “It was before my time. I only know rumors and those aren’t for me to spread.”

My night with Lucille had lifted a bit of the burden of the last few days and lightened my spirits. I flashed Lord Martin a smile. “Come on now. Throw me a bone.”

“I’d rather—”

“If there are secrets in these stuffy old corridors, as future king, I believe I should be informed.”

“At the time, I was quite young. The stories have of course been whispered for years, and most likely they’ve grown in scandal and lessened in facts.”

“You’ve piqued my interest.”

Lord Martin lowered his tone to a whisper. “Rumors, sir.”

I nodded.

He sighed. “In his younger days, King Theodore was rumored to have roamed. It would explain why he wasn’t upset about the article regarding you and the Borinkian princess.”

“He was angered,” I replied.

“As they say, he without sin…cast the first stone.” Lord Martin shrugged. “It’s only a rumor. The world was a different place back then.” He shook his head. “Scandals were commonplace and easily ignored or swept under the rug.”

“When was this?”

Lord Martin carried a sash with multiple pins and ribbons to me. “I’m not sure—thirty or forty years ago.”

As he secured the sash over my suit coat, I considered the various awards and honors. “I should learn to fly planes.”

“You know how.”

“I don’t. What if one day it was required?”

“It would be rather difficult to give you, Prince Roman, lessons on a task you already mastered.”

“Hades, man, you’ve managed everything else. Inquire as to what you can do about that.”

“Yes, Your Highness. I’ll move that to the top of my list, after the marriage blessing, summit, and future meetings with heads of state.”

“Did Noah pilot?”

Lord Martin’s expression froze.

“It’s a question,” I justified.

“I advise you to forget his name. And as for your question, not to my knowledge. Your Highness, you have not piloted a plane in over five years.”

“Then there’s the answer. I’m rusty. Imagine stories of the Duke and Duchess of Monovia soaring through the air. Romantic, don’t you think?”

“Dangerous, sir. That’s what I think.”

Pushing back my right sleeve, I peered down at my watch. “It’s about time to meet with Cardinal Decoti.

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