'Your queen? Don't you mean concubine?'
He raises an eyebrow. 'No... I mean queen. Why would I mean concubine?'
'Because queen would mean that we have to get a wedding ceremonie. And that is impossible because you can only marry someone of royal blood. AND that would mean you should be king. AND most importantly, for any other exception, you need the current royal couple's blessing.' I crawl closer to him and start drawing circles on his chest. 'So according to logic ... and by the law ... I can't become your queen. I'm already yours anyway and I have nowhere to go. So I don't really care if I have to be the mistress. Although I admit that I would hate to see you in bed with another woman.'
He straightens up and gets out of bed. Surprised, I watch him start to get dressed. After he is
