Reign:
It was just past noon, the city buzzing below like a hive of insignificant ants. My phone had been relentless all morning, pinging with notifications of our engagement photos while I worked. Three tabloid hits neutralized. Two started. One poor, smug man downtown got a literal face to face lesson on why messing with me or mine was a bad idea. Quick jab to the nose, a whispered reminder I could trace his wife's every move, and a little retibution money later, and he suddenly found himself very agreeable. Lesson delivered.
Speaking of wives… where was mine?
My phone pinged again. Photos of her filled the screen. Eleanor Windsor, perfect and untouchable, draped in dark silk yesterday, standing like a queen as I knelt before her. I leaned back in my chair, smirk curling my lips. She
