Roman
Securing the automobile was easier than convincing Lord Martin that I could drive, take Lucille away from Annabella Castle, and do it all without royal guards.
“How did you learn of this privilege?" Lord Martin asked as he accompanied me toward my offices.
“Lucille," I replied sharply, stating the untruth. “The king told me to work on our marriage. She mentioned that we used to have more time alone."
Lord Martin's eyebrows furrowed. “Princess Lucille…"
“On with it."
“Sir," he spoke low as we traversed mostly empty corridors. There were much fewer people at Annabella Castle than Molave Palace. “You appear as the prince when fully clothed. If you take this further—intimately—she will know. I mean, anyone can see."
“I've mentioned that I've been exercising."
“If I may."
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