…Thrones are never passed without bloodstains…
EARL
I lean back, my hand over the back of her chair as the corners of my lip pull into a smirk of pride.
Jocelyn’s eye twitches but she recovers quickly.
“Husband?” she tinkers at Cameron while lifting her cup to her lips. “A bit eager are we? Because from what I just heard you are barely even engaged.”
"Please Jocelyn," I warn, my voice low, my smile tight. “Drink your coffee.”
But my father interrupts, his voice deceptively calm.
"Jocelyn will stay," he repeats. "You might change your mind, Earl. I mean look at her.” My father proclaims with a gleam in his eye that almost looks like he’s attracted to Jocelyn himself.
“You’re too kind don” Jocelyn purrs softly, laughing and touching my father’s arm.
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