The security officers opened the elevator for us. The doors closed.
“Molly, are you tired from the trip?” This morning we had awakened on the yacht, flew to Freychon, and completed an aggravating protocol meeting. Hell, I was tired.
“Royal Consort? What is that? Mistress or advisor?”
“I didn’t think you’d care what the title was as long as I made this work.”
“I don’t care about having a title at all.” She walked into the apartment. “I do care that people are going to hear ‘consort’ and think I’m the royal call girl.”
“You’re not.” I pressed my lips together. This was supposed to be settled.
“Why didn’t you mention Dominic’s past to me before?”
I ruffled my hair. “And give you more reason to run out of here?”
She looked startled. “I wouldn’t do that.”
“No? Isn’t that where we were last night? You were ready to quit before we even began.”
She sighed. “For completely different reasons. It’s not the same.”
“I can’t make this perfect for you, Molly. I’m trying my fucking best here. But this is my life. I’m the king of Galona. And I want you. I’m willing to break traditions and laws to make that happen. What are you willing to do?”
I saw the look of hurt flash across her eyes.
“What if we both sacrifice too much?” she whispered. “Is it supposed to be this hard?”
I wrapped my arms around her. “I’m ready to announce to the world that you are the king’s Royal Consort. To clear up any confusion, that means you’re my advisor.”
“Not a concubine?”
I chuckled. “No, love. Not a concubine.”
Her shoulders relaxed. “I’m sorry. The meeting freaked me out. Sutcliffe isn’t a fan of me.”
“He doesn’t like anyone new. Try not to take it personally.”
“It’s hard not to. His job is to protect you, not me.”
I shrugged. “He has a new job now. He’ll get used to it. He’ll warm up to you. I swear.”
“And this ball tonight, I guess I get to meet the rest of your family?”
I nodded. “They will be there.”
“Where’s Ayla?” I saw the panic.
“You have plenty of time to prepare. In the meantime, I need to address the cabinet. I have a strong set of arguments to present thanks to you.”
“Oh God. The vote is today.”
I gripped her shoulders. “It is. I am going to the cabinet room. Will you be here when I get back this time?”
She smiled. “I will. But I’d like to have my own things. Can I pack them and bring them over?”
“It’s already taken care of. Everything will be here in a few hours.”
“How’d you do that?”