Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
They’d agreed.
He’d barely dared hope that they would, and now he wasn’t about to pussyfoot around on following through on his end of things.
It took an hour to get them changed and find clothes for Meg that were appropriate for a press conference. After spending so much time being a civilian, it felt strange to be back in this place. He looked around, seeing evidence of his father everywhere. His mother’s influence was smaller, more diminished with time, but still there nonetheless.
And then there was no more waiting.
Theo led the way to the press room. He stopped just outside the door and turned to look at Meg and Galen. Galen was as handsome as ever in one of his many black suits, though he’d left off a tie like normal. Meg looked resplendent in a gunmetal gray dress that managed to be demure and make him want to rip it off with his teeth at the same time. “You look beautiful. Both of you.”
“Thank you.” Color dusted Meg’s cheeks, though she looked a little ill as she took in the door they were about to go through. A low murmur on the other side was the only indication of the rat race they were about to set off.
“Second thoughts?”
“No. Nothing like that. This is just… new.”
“We’ve got you, princess.” He pressed a careful kiss to her lips, mindful of her lipstick. “Let’s go.”
Camera flashes blinded him as he stepped through the door and walked to the small podium set up at the front of the room. Even after all the time away, Theo fell into autopilot, smiling though spots still danced across his vision. He leaned down and spoke into the mic. “I’ve missed you.”
Questions were fired from every single person packed into the room. He let them yell it out for a few moments, and then held up his hand. “There will be time for questions later this week. This press conference is purely to inform you of the new development.” Should have found Edward and Camilla and told them before I did this. Fuck, I didn’t even think of it. Too late to go back now. He kept his smile firmly in place. “New evidence has come forward to correct the mistake made several months ago. My parents’ marriage was, in fact, legal, and Parliament has already voted to reinstate me as Crown Prince of Thalania.” Another uproar at that. He let them have longer this time before he called for quiet again. “My coronation will be scheduled shortly, and you’ll be the first to know once the details are finalized. In the meantime, there’s one more matter of business to attend to—or matter of the heart, as it may be.”
That got their attention.
Perfect silence fell, filling with the kind of anticipation that only a reporter on the verge of a particularly juicy story could manifest.
He glanced over to where Meg and Galen stood just inside the door, both of them watching him closely. As he met their gazes, they each nodded. No change of heart there. Thank fuck. He turned back to the mic. “Once I am King, I’ll be naming my Consort. Meg Sanders… and Galen Mikos.”
No going back after this.
Good.
He wouldn’t have it any other way.