Royal Estrangement: The Royals Book II

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A few days ago

I don’t think I’ve ever felt a more confusing blend of emotions. My wife, Annie, just confessed that she loves me and I don’t know which emotion overpowers all the others. I do know that the main emotion is anger. I flipped out back there. When she started pleading with me, I snapped. How dare she? I told her not to let this happen. I was very clear with her that she isn’t to fall in love with me. I laid everything out in detail and she went and did it anyway. I should seriously punish her for it. The quick thought brings a small smile to my face that practically fades as soon as it appears.

I can’t do that. I can’t go back there an punish her. What kind of a person would I be then?

An asshole.

Sure, I told her not to fall in love, but she clearly did-- how, I have no idea. I mean, I’m an asshole in general. I’m not an easy person to love. But then again, Annie is. She sweet, and kind, and just as submissive as I like. Maybe pretending to love her wouldn’t be a bad thing...

No. I don’t do love and I’m sure as hell not going to fake it for her benefit. I’ve said my peace, and she’s said hers. We’ll just have to continue this relationship in more of a businesslike manner. I’ll have to be sure the lines don’t get any more blurred and I sure as hell have to make sure to keep my obsession with her in check.

It’s ridiculous really, this obsession of mine. Even now, I want nothing more than to go back to her, hold Annie in my arms, and lie to her. I want to tell her I love her too and that I never want her to leave me. I wish I could be the kind of man who could hold her close and tell her all the things she wants to hear, but I can’t. That’s just not me.

She deserves better than me, who can only offer her lies and false declarations. Annie deserves everything. As much as it hurts, she deserves to leave me after she has my heir and find someone new, someone who will giver her everything she wants. Annie deserves a man who isn’t afraid to tell her every day how much he loves her, how sexy she is, a man who will give her a loving family.

That will never be me.

I run my hands through my hair with a sigh as I walk through the palace halls. I know I should give her space but I want nothing more than to go to her and take everything I said back. That’s a dangerous thought and it’s something I know I can never do. No matter what. It’s better this way. Annie will learn the harsh truth, she’ll learn her lesson much like a child learns not to touch a hot stove, and then we’ll both be better off.

Yes... this is a good thing. This is just a little speedbump. Once Annie learns then we both won’t have to deal with stupid feelings getting in the way. I’m guessing we’ll grow closer and we can improve on our already explosive sexual relationship. I feel myself start to harden in my pants at the thought.

I want to fuck her so badly. I want to shove My Little American up against the wall and fuck her so hard she won’t even be able to speak, let alone tell me she stupidly loves me. I grin. Yes. Once I get back to her, that’s what we’ll do. I’ll make her suck me off for a bit first. I love seeing her bright blue eyes looking up at me while she sucks my cock on her knees.

Like a splash of cold water an image of her crying as she begs me to admit I love her back invades my twisted fantasy and the arousal dies immediately. What kind of person am I? Clearly not a good one.

How can I think of sex when she’s clearly upset? How can I picture turning her tears of sadness into tears of ecstasy and orgasmic release as she wriggles beneath my vibrator, begging me to stop? I truly am a sick bastard.

I pass royal attendants and maids as I mindlessly walk down the hallways. I don’t know how long I’ve been at it, I’ve been to lost in thought. It feels wrong, walking further and further away from Annie, but I know I must do it. She needs her space, and as much as I don’t want to admit it, so do I. I see two maid laughing and chatting and I shoot them a dirty look. They both immediately straighten their spines and curtsey before swiftly getting back to work. I grin to myself. If this is the power I have over people as Crown Prince, I can only imagine how people will act around me when I’m finally King. People will bow at my feet and follow my every command.

Once again, an image of Annie bowing before me creeps into my mind and I physically shake my head to get rid of it. Who am I kidding? There’s only one person I want bowing and following my commands... and she’s currently in distress.

Before I know what I’m doing, my feet have already taken me half way back through the palace, towards my--no our--quarters, they haven’t just been mine for a while now. Everything I once called my own, is now also hers, after all, she is my wife. That brings a smile to my face. Wife. I really like the sound of that.

But enough of this. It’s time I go fix what she broke. We need to talk this over like adults. If I just explain to her how I feel about the matter and why she can’t harbor these feelings towards me, then we can move forward stronger than ever-- a unified front vying for the crown.

In no time, I’m standing in front of the door to our shared suite. I rest my hand on the door handle, fully ready to just barge in when I stop and decide to knock instead. I’m not sure why, it’s a completely uncharacteristic behavior, it is my room after all, but I do nonetheless.

What’s even more interesting is that there’s no answer.

I sigh. “Little Am-- Annie. Please open the door.” I remember what she said, and even though I feel something scarily similar to pain when I say her real name instead of her nickname, I respect her wishes. I have the key, I don’t need her to open it. Once again I could just barge in, but I don’t want to do that. I want to respect her space.

I wait a few minutes. “Okay, I’m coming in.” I turn the key in the lock and enter the suite. Everything looks about the same, even though just hours before this suite was nearly a warzone between us. Nothing is out of place. The flower centerpiece that’s replaced every day by palace staff is still on the counter, the same counter that brings an evil grin to my face every time I pass it. I run my fingers over the smooth service as memories of filthy experiences flash in my mind.

“Annie?” I call out as I round the main living area. No answer. I frown. I enter the bedroom and two things stick out to me.

One, is the shoes and dress Annie was wearing earlier that have been discarded on the floor, and two, is a folded piece of paper in the center of the bed.

My heartrate spikes and not for a good reason as I approach the paper like it has some kind of contagion. I know I have to read it, but I don’t want to. I slowly grab it and feel it between my fingers. When I lift it up, the engagement and wedding rings fall out onto the bed. I stare down at them with wide eyes. On the outside the note says a single word in the loopy handwriting I recognize from the signed contract that currently sits in the drawer of my desk.


I open the note and begin to read and with every word my chest begins to feel tighter and tighter until it’s almost difficult to breathe.


I’m not writing this to scorn you. That is something I won’t do. Even as I sit here, writing this final note I feel nothing but love for you. I love you more than anything, and that isn’t something I’m going to apologize for. I won’t take back my feelings, but I recognize when something is so broken that it just simply can’t be fixed. So this is goodbye. By the time you read this I will be gone. I’m going home. I don’t care about the money in the contract and you can have the rings back. Sue me if you want, nothing matters anymore.

I hope you find whatever you’re looking for and I one day hope to see you sitting on that throne because despite everything, I know you’re going to make a wonderful King.

Goodbye forever,


It’s like the wind has been knocked out of me. My knees suddenly can’t hold my weight anymore and I fall clumsily onto the edge of the bed, holding the tear stained note in my hands. I stare at the space in between my two expensive dress-shoe covered feet, completely lost. For some reason, I find myself re-reading the note, almost as if I’m expecting it to change into a better message-one I’d actually want to hear. One where Annie says she needs some time and wants her space, not that I’d give it to her, but it’s sure as hell preferable to “Goodbye Forever”.

The shock of her words hit me like a punch to the gut.

Goodbye forever.

According to this note, she’s gone. Annie’s left, she’s given up, and she has no intentions of coming back.

That’s something that I don’t like. I just got used to not only having her around, but enjoying her company, and she just up and leaves? No, I don’t accept this, I won’t accept it.

Before I can really think the idea through, I’m already back on my feet after having stuffed the note into the pocket of my slacks, and heading towards the door. I walk through it and then head to the end of the corridor where I see the two guards chatting it up and having a grand old time. I’m already in a weird mood, so this just pisses me off more. “My wife. She left earlier, yes?”

At the sound of my voice, the two of them practically jump into the air. The one on the right, a baby faced brunette who looks no older than twenty quickly puts his phone back into his pocket and stands to attention. “Y-Your Royal Highness!”

I roll my eyes and tap my foot impatiently. I’m already mad, now I’m about to explode. “My. Wife. Where. Is. She.” I emphasize every word with a growl.

The second guard, a raven haired boy, nods so much I almost reach out and grab his head to physically stop him. “Y-Y-Your Highness. S-She left.”

In fact, I do explode. The sound of me yelling “What?!” echoes throughout the palace.

The brunette speaks up. “W-we asked h-her a-and she said s-she had your permission.” I glower at him. “Y-Your Highness!” He adds, trying his best to placate me. Too bad, I’m too far gone.

Well, my wife may be gone, but I know one thing: Annie is going to get a hell of a spanking when I have her back here, that’s for sure.

“Where did she go?” I know the answer, but I must ask anyway. Perhaps these guards aren’t as incompetent as I originally thought.

“D-Don’t know, Highness. S-she didn’t say.”

Or perhaps not.

I didn’t even bother going to the Verilian airfield. I knew her plane was long gone by the time I read her note; it was a lost cause. I expected as much. What I didn’t expect was how large and empty my bed would feel sleeping in it without her. It’s completely stupid, I used to like sleeping alone, in fact, I enjoyed it. I never let women sleep in my own bed because in my experience, if you let a woman stay the night and sleep beside you, they start to get ideas, ideas they shouldn’t have-especially about me. Ideas that typically include cuddling, morning after talks, breakfast, and “when can I see you again?” Spoiler: The answer is always never.

But for some reason, sleeping alone doesn’t feel good. I used to spread out, take up as much space as I could, reveling in the fact that this bed is completely mine. No sharing with a naked woman who snores, or desperate hookup looking to snatch a royal title. No, it’s all me, and I used to like that.

Emphasis on used to.

Now, I just feel lonely.

I feel like something is missing. I miss Annie’s subtle snoring, and her night twitches. I miss wrapping my arms around her body and pulling her close to me. I miss being able to possessively put my hand on her luscious ass and squeeze, eliciting a little surprised gasp from her followed by a playful glare. I miss waking up beside her to see her smiling face covered in her long, messy, blonde hair. She used to look like the girl from The Ring when she woke up, her hair was always everywhere, but it was cute. I find myself laying on the left side of the bed because she always used to take the right. It’s stupid and irrational, but the right side just doesn’t feel like it belongs to me anymore. It’s hers.

I even miss falling asleep beside her. I miss hearing about her day as she sits beside me with her phone in her hands, looking through emails about her charities, or fielding responses from news agencies about interviews. I miss the nearly nightly phone call she’d have with her family, even though it almost always came in at an inopportune time.

I even miss--

"Daniel? Are you there, honey?” My mother shakes me out of my pathetic reminiscing about the events of a few days ago and I physically shake the useless thoughts out of my head before meeting her concerned eyes. “I’m sorry, but I need to know what happened. Where’s Annie?”

The mention of her name causes tightness in my chest for some reason. I must be catching a cold on top of everything else. Great. Now I have the issue of my own health on top of a royal scandal to deal with. I sigh. “We had a bit of an altercation and she left.”

My mother’s caring and pitying look drops like a stone faster than I’ve ever seen it. “An altercation? Please tell me that you didn’t royally screw this up.”

I frown. “I didn’t--”

“You did, didn’t you?" She interrupts me. “Tell me, Danny, how did you manage to lose one of the brightest and sweetest women? What did you do? What happened? She was so in love with you. You had everything at your fingertips, the crown, the approval of the public, Annie, and now you’ve gone and- pardon my language- fucked it all up.”

"That was the problem! She fell in love with me! I specifically told her not to do that and she deliberately disobeyed me! I warned her and she didn't listen! She told me she loved me, I said I didn't feel the same so she left. How is that my fault?" I immediately slam my mouth shut.

My mother just sighs and shakes her head. She gets up from her seat in the parlor and walks over to the tea cart by the gilded window. This is my mother's favorite room in the palace. She loves looking out into the garden and watching the sun rise early in the morning while she has her tea. The Queen enjoys her tea more than anyone else in the nation. She has it imported from all over the world, usually a different type a day. She's ever the experimentalist.

"Oh, Daniel." She shakes her head and pours herself a steaming hot cup of her newest flavor. I believe it's something from India. "My son. How are you so completely clueless? Sometimes I question whose more to blame: Me or your father?" She smiles sadly and lifts the cup up to her lips before going to add a lump of sugar. My mother's always had a bit of a sweet tooth. My father used to tell me stories of how he used to get the palace chefs bake her the most delicious sweets and treats when he was courting her. It always shocked me how much he did to earn the favor of a specific woman when he had so many vying for the hand of the next King. Now that I'm without Annie...

I think I might understand a little.

I don't love her, I can't, but I miss her and I want her back. She's become my best friend, and I miss her more than I thought I would. I went through a phase last night, where I sat awake in bed, thinking that I don't need her. I don't need Annie specifically. I can just find someone else. Of course, this line of thinking didn't last very long, because after I feel asleep, fully content with finding another woman, I went to reach for Annie. When she wasn't there, I knew. No one else can sleep there. I need her back. I want my wife back.

"That girl was perfect, and I can't believe you're too dang stubborn to admit your feelings." She huffs and adds another cube of imported sugar.

I raise a brow. "My feelings?"

My mother nods. "Of course. You love that girl. Anyone with a pair of working eyes can see it. I just can't believe you let her walk away." She turns her nose up at me, clearly disappointed, and takes a sip of her tea.

I roll my eyes and lean back in my chair, crossing one leg over another. "Love? You're mistaken, Mother. I do not love Annie. Enjoy her company, sure, but it's not love." In fact, I'm not even sure I know what that is, and I would think it doesn't exist if I didn't see how much my parents clearly love each other. I find myself smiling small. That's the kind of relationship Annie deserves. One where someone cares about her as much as my father cares for my mother. I start thinking about someone else holding her, kissing her, fucking her, and start to feel my smile slip.

My mother walks back over to the chair across from me and sets her teacup and saucer on the table separating us with a smug grin on her face.

I frown. "What? What's that look about?"

"Oh, nothing." She muses to herself. "It's just that you've get quite the puss on your face and I know why. I've seen it before."

I lean forward and uncross my legs. "Alright, I'll humor you. Where have you seen this look before?"

My mother grins widely like the cat that ate the canary. "I've only seen that look on your face a few times. The first time I saw it was when Annie was speaking to Lord William Morburn at the wedding reception. You're thinking of Annie with another person." She pics up her tea and takes a long slow sip, keeping me hooked to what she's about to say next. "I've also seen that look on your father's face when I speak to other men, or when Michael sees his wife laughing a little too loud with a fellow noble. You're jealous. Only people in love are jealous when they see the object of their affection conversing with another."

I roll my eyes again. "Nonsense. That's just because William is a royal ass."

The Queen shrugs. "You're not wrong, but that's not the reason why you react this way. It's because thinking of her with another man makes you angry. Thinking of Annie looking up at another man the same way she used to look at you doesn't feel good. This is because you're in love with her." She shakes her head. "I just hope for your sake you realize before it's too late-- maybe it already is."

Her cryptic last sentence causes me to stand up straight. "What do you mean?"

She sighs. "Lord William Morburn left for New York City early this morning."

My world basically stops. "New York City?" That's where Annie's parents live. "Why would he be going there?" I don't mean to say it out loud, but I do.

My mother rolls her eyes. "I think you know why. He's going to comfort your wife. He's picking up the pieces you broke and he's going to take advantage of her."

I'm standing before my brain even sends the signal to the rest of my body. "No. He isn't. I'm leaving. I'm going on a trip to New York. I'll be back by the end of the week."

My mother nods and takes a calm sip of her tea, ever undisturbed by my outburst. "It's about time. You should've been on the first plane out of Verilia after you discovered she fled. Go get your wife back and grovel if you have to."

I don't have anything else to say to that so I just nod. I'm barking orders down the halls, instructing everyone I see to get ready to my journey to the states. I pack a bag and I'm on a plane to New York in record time. I'll be damned if I let Lord William come out of nowhere and steal my wife right out from under my nose. I don't trust the guy, I never have, and I never will, and now he's after my wife? No way. I might not love her, but that doesn't make our contract null and void, and it sure as hell doesn't mean anyone else gets to. It's completely selfish, but she's mine. She still belongs to me, or she does until she gives me what I want. Until then, Annie is mine, and by this time next week she'll be safe and sound away from seedy men, in my bed, with a red, sore ass.




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