Nicholas POV
“You should have kissed Bridget, Nicholas,” my father said to me.
We were standing in the private rooms he shared with my mother. The King was glaring at me. The Luna was sitting at the table, busying herself with needlepoint and paying us little attention. I knew my father had her full support, however. Talks like these were usually part of a two-pronged attack.
In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if this entire conversation hadn’t been mainly my mother’s idea.
“I didn’t think the play needed it,” I said.
“To hell with what the play needed,” the King said. His blood pressure was rising. His face was turning red. “You should have kissed her to kiss her.”
“You aren’t giving Bridget enough of a chance,” the Luna said from the table.
I nearly sighed but held back. Like I had
