Royally Bad (Royally Wrong Book 1)

night researching as much as we can about royal protocol. We only got through several centuries worth, but I’m confident we can get through this royal audience without a major gaffe, like starting a war.
I hope.
The guide leaves us in a room with vaulted ceilings and polished parquet floors.
“Nervous?” I whisper.
He answers with a huff that could be ‘yes’ or ‘no’.
“You’ll be fine. You look so handsome.” And he does.
The doors open. We both turn as an entourage enters, led by a steely-haired woman with dark eyes.
“Grandmother,” he bows.
“Theodore,” she says in perfect English, with a slight British accent, and offers her cheek. He kisses it lightly. There’s no hug or warm greetings, but it’s okay. It’s a start.
Theo steps aside and draws me forward. “Allow me to present my media specialist and the smartest woman I know. Vesper Smith, my girlfriend.”
The queen raises an eyebrow, looking like her grandson, except for a poker face that would make Miss Mavery proud.
“How do you do,” I curtsey to the queen.
Her eyes narrow.
This is it. The next words out of her mouth will either accept me or make it clear I’m not welcome.
Theo’s hand tightens around mine. I’m not going to let you go, he told me. Nothing matters, as long as we’re together.
“So this is the woman who brought my grandson back to me.”
“Yes, grandmother. I wouldn’t be here without Vesper. She convinced me we should meet and have a relationship. I’d like to try.”
“It has been too long. Far too long, and entirely my fault. When your mother left, I listened to my advisors. They told me to cut her off, to retain the respect of the realm. I did so, and it was a balm for my hurt pride.” Her voice drops. “What I wouldn’t give to go back and do it differently.”
“Grandmother,” Theo says in a gentle tone he’d started to use more and more.
“There’s nothing for it. We must make amends while we can. Life is very short. You look so much like your mother.” Theo takes the queen’s hand and squeezes it. Are there tears glittering in the monarch’s eyes?
The queen clears her throat, becoming imposingly regal once more, but Theo keeps his tender expression.
“As for swaying public opinion, maybe your girlfriend will have some ideas about that.”
“I’m sure she does,” Theo says. “She’s brilliant.”
Queen and prince turn to me, with matching smiles.
Ms. Mavery, if you could see me now.

Epilogue
Two years later…
“We’re going to be late,” I say, breathless.
“I don’t care. I never did stand on ceremony.” Theo grips my hand tighter.
We rush past the paintings of solemn Swedish kings. After two years of regular visits to the palace, I can name almost all of them now.
“In here.” Theo pulls me into an alcove. Gold leaf glitters in the wallpaper, but it’s pretty modestly decorated overall. At least there aren’t nymphs romping. Not that there need be. Theo has made it his life’s mission to chase me down each and every hall after hours and have his way with me. I still get a thrill whenever I see an original Klimt hanging in the Gold room. Theo did things to me under the famous painting that would make a porn star blush.
My dress twitches up. I whirl and smack his hand. “Not now. There are people around. Tourists!”
“Not today. They cleared the place out for the wedding. I’ve always wanted to do you here.”
He kisses me, and I forget why I was arguing. While he distracts me with lips and tongue, he backs me against a divan.
“Right here,” he growls, ripping off his tie. He turns me around and ties my hands behind my back. Heat bursts between my legs.
“Bend over.” He tips me forward over the couch arm and tosses up the skirts of my dress.
“Fuck, is this for me?” He plays with the straps of my garter belt.
“No, it’s for Anderson Cooper.”
SMACK! His hand lands on my ass.
“Bad, bad girl. Pandering to the press again.”
“You know it.” I wriggle my bottom at him.
He teases me with the tip of his cock until I’m begging for it.
“You want this?”
“Mmm, yes.”
“You sure? You gonna be a bad girl?”
“I’m your bad girl. But if you don’t fuck me soon, we really are going to be late.”
He spanks me a few more times, then thrusts inside.
Afterwards, I stand in front of a giant, gold framed mirror and fuss with my hair. With my golden braid and blue dress, I look like an ice princess.
We asked for a small wedding. Small turns out to be four hundred people, with another few thousand in attendance in the streets, waiting to see us. I scandalized everyone when I refused to wear white, but the queen backed down her disapproval when Theo threatened to show up shirtless.
We’re not a typical royal couple, and I like it that way.
Theo stands beside me, straightening his tie. “I checked the news before I came,” he says. “You’re more popular than I am.”
“Don’t you forget it.” I swat his arm.
“Careful, Mrs. Kensington,” he says.
“You can’t call me that,” I protest. “Not yet. First you have to marry me.”
“I’ll call you whatever I want,” he grips my bottom, hard and kisses me.
“You’re looking quite handsome today, Prince Theo.”
“And you look like a goddess.”
“Maybe you need glasses.”
“Maybe,” he grins. We both know his corrective eye surgery went off without a hitch a year ago. “But I don’t need to see to know how beautiful you are.”
I flush.
He offers his arm. “Come on. Let’s make you a princess.”
The End
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Royally Fake Fiancé - Chapter 1
“Oh yeah, baby. That’s the spot. That’s the spot.”
Not again. I swivel in my chair and give the kitchen wall the evil eye.
“Give it to me, big boy. Oh yeah. Oh yeah.”
The espresso maker gurgles and shoots a stream of frothed milk into my mug. I slide off the chair and walk around the