AnotidaMandemwa

[This book is complete]
Everyone is playing a regal game. Everyone except Lucia (who probably should).

After her father faced accusations of trying to seize the throne from his father and king, he was exiled along with his family. They were no longer royalty, but his wife would not have it. She was friends with the queen of Vershia and used that to her advantage. Her two older daughters were the right age to marry the two princes, and she would make that happen come what may.

That became a problem when the oldest daughter was ignored by the crown prince, who formed a friendship with the youngest of the girls. There was still hope; Lucia could become the future queen. But Lucia was not groomed for this role. She did not want to live for the type of marriage she could snag. She did not want to take the man who had been planned for her sister.

But that’s the thing with plans, isn’t it? She never planned to fall in love with the man, and there she was: an unwilling participant in the regal games. Would she capture the crown? How would everything affect her relationship with her sister? Was there ever pleasing her mother?

[WSA 2024 Entry]

Regal Games

[Warning: This Chapter is NSFW. Enjoy!]

Lucia giggled as Michael carried her through the threshold of their room on White Rock Island. When they had arrived, he had insisted on carrying her through the entrance to the building, and then she had nearly pissed herself laughing at his face when she had asked if he was going to carry her all the way up the stairs. He had then settled for carrying her up the stairs, and she had declined.

"I don't think a broken neck is a good look for the start of our marriage," she said.

"Good point," he had said after a thought and then took her hand, carefully guiding her up the stairs.

"Have you ever considered an elevator?" she asked him when they were halfway up.

She was behind him, looking up at his cute butt while he led the way, his hand firmly gripping hers.

He looked over his shoulder at her and said with a smirk, "I did, but then I would lose this body."

“Think of England”