Later that night.
Regan has changed from his ruined suit and is now dressed more casually in jeans and a black shirt. He glares across from me at the dinner table, and I have ignored his hateful gaze for the past half an hour.
King Regan is still pissed off, and I spent most of the afternoon hiding in Shelley’s room once I found it. I haven’t dared to return to my room out of worry that he would be waiting to make good on his threat.
Regan reaches for his glass of whiskey, swirling it in the glass before drinking it and holding his hand out to the waiter wanting another. The waiter takes its rushing off when King Theron turns in his seat to look at me.
“You are to meet Regan first thing in the morning at 9 AM; my sons usually have breakfast brought to them, so just meet him in his room.” King Theron tells me, and I swallow nervously, knowing I would have to spend an entire twenty-four hours with Regan. His lips turn up into a cruel smirk.
“Why wait, father? We might as well start the game now?” Regan growls, his lips tugging up into a smirk. King Theron purses his lips, and I open my mouth to argue when King Theron speaks.
“See, why can’t you two be as eager to win her hand?” King Theron asks Lyon and Zeke. Zeke snickers, his lips turning up deviously, knowing Regan is probably plotting my death, not seeking my hand unless it’s to remove it from my body.
“I rather cut mine off!” I tell him, not wanting to go anywhere near Regan with how he has spent all of the dinner glaring at me.
“My King, you promised Zirah a night to herself?” Shelley steps in for me. King Theron glances at her, and she drops her head, bowing slightly. King Theron huffs out a breath, and Shelley lifts her eyes to meet mine. I suck in a breath, waiting for his answer.
“I did say that?” the King mumbles, and I chew my lip, waiting for him to answer.
to herself,” Lyon interrupts the King’s thoughts. Regan glares at him, and so does Zeke, who leans
me. I nod my head quickly, keeping my gaze from Regan, who I can feel is glaring at me, his aura making goosebumps rise on
then. Tomorrow at 9 AM, you are to meet Regan in his bedroom for breakfast
each of his sons.
of you!” King Theron orders his sons. They grumble and growl but reluctantly nod, and I pick up my spoon and taste the soup set out
lays out the rules again while I dip my bread in the soup, only half listening, having heard
when Malachi enters
table and stands. He sighs, walking over to
Turning back to the table, I find all three Kings staring at me. Zeke smirks, and I move to leave
together, or have you already forgotten
as of tomorrow. So until then, I am done here!” I tell him, pushing my chair
you have to act as our wife!” Zeke smirks, leaning back in his
you break the rules, we get to punish you appropriately.” His eyes flash menacingly. Regan’s eyes dart to Zeke briefly, and he presses his
go to bed!” I snap at them, folding my arms across my chest defiantly.
*******
Four Hours Later.
aching from sitting at this damn table for so long. They weren’t even eating, just talking or fiddling with their phones, and
I am usually asleep by now. Yawning, I watch Zeke set down his bottle of liquor. He has managed to down an entire one-liter bottle of rum. He wasn’t even using a glass, just drinking it straight from the bottle. Lyon is also half drunk. Regan, however, has been nursing the same glass of whiskey for the past hour. All the while, they