Chapter 1.
ANSELM.
My parent’s romance was legendary. It was whispered about by the townspeople, and their disgusting habit of feeling each other up in public was enough to make my sisters and I puke.
“Can you tell them to tone it down?” My sister Victoria whispered at me, rolling her eyes.
I groaned and straightened up where I stood waiting for our parents to look up. We were in the most private living room in the castle, with a roaring fire in the grate and luxurious textures on the furniture and walls.
Then, when they continued to canoodle on the couch, I cleared my throat loudly. “Mother. Father.”
They turned around to stare at us, as if they hadn’t known we were there the whole time.
My father, King Stavrok, raised an eyebrow. “Oh, Anselm. Vicki. Can we help you?”
“Yes. We wan
