Valens POV
She laid on the couch, the book hanging from her fingertips as she slept. Her long hair covering her bare arms and laying over the silk nightgown. She was nothing like anything I've ever admired before.
If I bed her, then I have to get pregnant, otherwise she'll be passed on to the next king. The only way to keep her to myself is if she's pregnant. But then there's even the actual act of s*x and I can't see myself ever having s*x with her knowing she doesn't want to. She needs to come to me first, and she needs to be truly wanting it, not pressured, and I need to be very drunk because God knows I'll be a nervous mess around her if I'm sober.
Of course we could fake it, although I'm not sure she'd be okay with lying to the other King's.
Sighing, I looked her over and then shu
