range.
“It is almost impossible to tell exactly what I’m supposed to be looking at.”
The queen leaned over his shoulder and jabbed her finger into the center of the page. “Let me help you. This is a picture of you, Harlan, Bron and me, cavorting naked in my bedroom while the king was away last month.”
Sven looked at the furious king and chose his words with unusual care. “Sire, you know that we only touch the queen under your express orders?”
Marcus grunted. “I’m not blaming you for pleasuring My Queen. I trust you all implicitly.”
Sven felt a twinge of guilt as he remembered the incredible sex he’d just shared with Thea. He gave the papers back to the queen. “I’ll find Jarvis, rip out his still beating heart and bring it to you on a platter.”
“Thanks for the thought, but I don’t think that will help.” Douglass perched on the king’s broad thigh and he wrapped his arm around her waist. “Marcus, maybe you should keep out of it and let me take the blame. The media here already think the worst of me, a package delivery person, daring to marry a king, so why not let them continue to do so? We’ll be back on Valhalla soon.”
Sven bowed. “With all due respect, My Queen, I doubt the king would agree to that.”
“You are correct.”
Douglass sighed and turned to the king. “Marcus…I’m only trying to protect you.
This is my planet and my problem. I’m the one who should have made sure our suite was secure before allowing anything of a sexual nature to happen.”
He caught her chin in his fingers. “You are my wife and the mother of my child. Do you think I will allow anyone to speak disparagingly of you? Our customs may be different from those of Earth but we are still entitled to our privacy.”
“The fault is mine, Sire.” Sven stood up. “I am in charge of the queen’s security and I failed to protect her. If anyone should take the blame, it is me.”
The king held his gaze. “Sit down. There is no blame to be shared. The queen warned me many times that some of the Earth media will stop at nothing to get a good story. She believed it was only a mater of time before our unusual arrangements were discovered.”
Harlan shifted in his seat. “I think we should share this information with our Earth security counterparts. They have more experience in dealing with the media here than we do. They might be able to suggest ways to get rid of the problem.”
The king nodded. “Sven, set up a meeting in two Earth hours.” He mock-scowled at the queen. My wife needs to feed our son and then I need to remind her that I will never let her stand alone.”
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The queen blushed as the king swept her into his arms. “You don’t need to convince me of anything, Marcus. I always believe in you.”
“Then show me…”
He kissed her cheek and threw her onto the bed. Sven and the others were already moving toward the door when he climbed on top of her.
Bron shut the door firmly behind them.
“Do you think I should bring the baby?”
Sven glanced back at the royal apartment. “I’m sure they’ll hear him if they wake him up.”
Bron nodded. “That is true. The queen certainly lets her pleasure be known but the young prince is louder.”
Harlan punched Sven’s shoulder. “Did you have a pleasant night?”
Sven moved away and crossed to the window. The sun was beginning to appear through the thick drifting mist. “Leave it, Harlan.”
“Why? Just because matters have become complicated, doesn’t mean we can’t celebrate the end of your celibacy. It’s scarcely your fault that your night off coincided with a breach of security.”
Sven turned around and glared at the two other men.
Harlan raised his eyebrows. “Are you not going to share the details? Bron and I have been celibate too.”
“I do not wish to share.”
“She was unwilling, then?”
“Nay, she was…” Sven scowled at Harlan’s triumphant smile. “She was everything a male
“It is almost impossible to tell exactly what I’m supposed to be looking at.”
The queen leaned over his shoulder and jabbed her finger into the center of the page. “Let me help you. This is a picture of you, Harlan, Bron and me, cavorting naked in my bedroom while the king was away last month.”
Sven looked at the furious king and chose his words with unusual care. “Sire, you know that we only touch the queen under your express orders?”
Marcus grunted. “I’m not blaming you for pleasuring My Queen. I trust you all implicitly.”
Sven felt a twinge of guilt as he remembered the incredible sex he’d just shared with Thea. He gave the papers back to the queen. “I’ll find Jarvis, rip out his still beating heart and bring it to you on a platter.”
“Thanks for the thought, but I don’t think that will help.” Douglass perched on the king’s broad thigh and he wrapped his arm around her waist. “Marcus, maybe you should keep out of it and let me take the blame. The media here already think the worst of me, a package delivery person, daring to marry a king, so why not let them continue to do so? We’ll be back on Valhalla soon.”
Sven bowed. “With all due respect, My Queen, I doubt the king would agree to that.”
“You are correct.”
Douglass sighed and turned to the king. “Marcus…I’m only trying to protect you.
This is my planet and my problem. I’m the one who should have made sure our suite was secure before allowing anything of a sexual nature to happen.”
He caught her chin in his fingers. “You are my wife and the mother of my child. Do you think I will allow anyone to speak disparagingly of you? Our customs may be different from those of Earth but we are still entitled to our privacy.”
“The fault is mine, Sire.” Sven stood up. “I am in charge of the queen’s security and I failed to protect her. If anyone should take the blame, it is me.”
The king held his gaze. “Sit down. There is no blame to be shared. The queen warned me many times that some of the Earth media will stop at nothing to get a good story. She believed it was only a mater of time before our unusual arrangements were discovered.”
Harlan shifted in his seat. “I think we should share this information with our Earth security counterparts. They have more experience in dealing with the media here than we do. They might be able to suggest ways to get rid of the problem.”
The king nodded. “Sven, set up a meeting in two Earth hours.” He mock-scowled at the queen. My wife needs to feed our son and then I need to remind her that I will never let her stand alone.”
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The queen blushed as the king swept her into his arms. “You don’t need to convince me of anything, Marcus. I always believe in you.”
“Then show me…”
He kissed her cheek and threw her onto the bed. Sven and the others were already moving toward the door when he climbed on top of her.
Bron shut the door firmly behind them.
“Do you think I should bring the baby?”
Sven glanced back at the royal apartment. “I’m sure they’ll hear him if they wake him up.”
Bron nodded. “That is true. The queen certainly lets her pleasure be known but the young prince is louder.”
Harlan punched Sven’s shoulder. “Did you have a pleasant night?”
Sven moved away and crossed to the window. The sun was beginning to appear through the thick drifting mist. “Leave it, Harlan.”
“Why? Just because matters have become complicated, doesn’t mean we can’t celebrate the end of your celibacy. It’s scarcely your fault that your night off coincided with a breach of security.”
Sven turned around and glared at the two other men.
Harlan raised his eyebrows. “Are you not going to share the details? Bron and I have been celibate too.”
“I do not wish to share.”
“She was unwilling, then?”
“Nay, she was…” Sven scowled at Harlan’s triumphant smile. “She was everything a male
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