The King had a schedule set up on a board when I entered the dining hall, a calendar of sorts, and I gulp back the dread when I see today I will be once again with Regan. He did not look happy about it at all as he sat glaring at the board like he could set it on fire if he just glared hard enough.
“Zirah, finally, you’re here!”
“Unfortunately! I was hoping she choked in her sleep!” Zeke sneers, glaring at me.
“Maybe if I’m lucky, you’ll choke on that damn ego of yours!” I spit back at him as I take my seat beside King Theron.
“Moon Goddess, why didn’t I make his mother swallow him?” King Theron mutters to the roof as he rubs his temples. I snort a laugh, and Zeke mutters something, turning his gaze away while Lyon looks appalled at his father’s words.
“As I was saying to my sons before you entered, I have assigned each day for the next two weeks amongst the three of them. Upon my return, and as long as none of them have forfeited the throne, you’ll choose whose Kingdom you shall go to next. Think of this as a trial run, a try before you buy which pig of son you end up with.” King Theron snaps, glaring at Zeke.
“Now, today, you’ll be with King Regan. He’ll take you into town to buy some clothes, and you’ll spend the rest of the day and night with him. Each morning at 9 am, you’ll be passed to the next!” The King announces triumphantly.
“When you say spend the rest of the day and night, does that mean every second of it?” I question not wanting to spend the night with any of these assholes.
“Precisely. You’ll live like a married couple.” My eyes dart between the three Kings, who all stare at me like this is my fault!
“Nope!” I snap, sitting back and folding my arms across my chest.
“Zirah, must I remind you of what you agreed upon? These are the rules of this arranged marriage. In the end, you’ll pick which son you find worthy.”
“I’m not sleeping in the same room as any of them. I rather sleep in the stables!” I retort.
at the stables at bedtime or the pigpen wherever she feels more
his fist comes
the throne than any of you!” I spit back at King Regan. His jaw clenches, and his hand on the table fists. Turning my attention
marry your fattest pig, King Theron? At least if your Kingdom falls, we’ll have bacon!” I ask, and
one of my sons, dear; you’ll have all the bacon you want, but no. I need a successor,
I am looking forward to spending time with the parasites you
strength. She is trying my last damn nerve.” The King mutters and sighs. He sits back, glaring at his sons.
Kingdom! Am I understood?” Lyon nods his head once. Regan growls in answer when Zeke
if we must live like a married couple and share a bed and all that isn’t
before she buys, shouldn’t
not following, son. What is it
obligated to fuck him!” Regan sneers, yet his eyes don’t
sure. But if you brutalize her–”
for him with a roll of his eyes, yet his lips tug into a
my eyes are still locked on Regan. The moment Zeke spoke, his aura flared like a raging storm,
even attempt to meet our standards?” Lyon argues. Regan breaks the stare
to compromise, but you’ll obey every rule I set out!” He looks at his sons before he turns his attention to me. “And so will you! No if’s, no but’s, you’ll actually try to obey the rules!” My mouth suddenly loses all moisture, wondering what rules
seat and grabs another board to write; he chews on the end of his marker for a second while he thinks before writing Grooms on one side and slashing a line down the middle and writing bride
the groom’s side, marker scribbling.
No killing the Bride!”
expected to share our bed!” Lyon points out. Zeke