21

R eleasing an angry screech, I stomp up to the car as my driver opens the door.

"What can I do for you Madam India?" the ancient man asks.

"You can shut the door, shut up, drive, and leave me alone," I snap.

What the hell just happened? I know I'm not Roman's favorite person, but I thought we'd been finding a rhythm. After Daddy told his father about the king's plans, I thought things would get better.

I thought he'd be excited about being a King.

Not just some commander and hockey player.

He was always meant for so much more.

And I will be his queen.

I can't help the sinister smile that overtakes my face.

I'm going to be a queen. A QUEEN. A fucking queen.

And then, the rest of our plans can finally take shape.

If I could just find a way to help him get over his little commoner mate, everything would be so much simpler. I mean it was over five hundred years ago that our fathers got rid of the bitch. You'd think he'd move on already.

ERH! I'm so glad I haven't found my mate. I don't want or need one. If I found him, I'd just have to reject him. I'm not giving up being the QUEEN for something as basic as a soulmate.

Sighing, I flop back onto the leather seats of the town car Daddy bought for that decrepit old man to drive me around in. He tells me his name all the time, but I always forget to remember. Not that it really matters.

Ugh and what about that little bitch of Benny's. Her fake silver hair and innocent act with the tears, what was that about? Oh, wouldn't it be rich if that pitiful little human was his mate? The thought causes me to truly laugh for a moment.

With one more sigh, I start thinking of ways I can make Roman happy about our marriage.

Maybe someday I could even make him love me, but if not, that's okay.

Who needs love when you get to marry a King.