Chapter 18

“I’m the crown prince of Oswington, the first in line to the throne of the monarchy.”

Clement had imagined Kyle’s possible reactions to his declaration, but he definitely didn’t think his boyfriend would ever point and laugh at him. He gaped at Kyle in shock. He swatted Kyle’s hand away from his forehead when his boyfriend touched it seconds later, still chortling and wheezing loudly.

“Oh, Clement. Are you sure you don’t have a really high fever? You must be hallucinating. Or maybe you’re high on drugs. What did you take? Cocaine? Weed?”

Clement glared at Kyle. “Kyle, I’m serious.”

Kyle simmered down instantly. Clement started to fidget a little when Kyle stared silently at him for what felt like a really long time.

“You’re lying.”

“Uh, no, I’m not.”

“A crown prince?” Kyle asked, and Clement nodded, wondering at the direction of this conversation at the same time. “Like a real royal, blue-blooded prince?”

Clement snorted. “Yes, Kyle.”