*Ainslee*
“B-Begin?” Angus Black squeaks, his eyes bulging out of his fat face.
“Yes. Kris, if you would, take the accountants to go over the books, that would be appreciated. Mayor Black, if you so much as twitch, I will have Kris put you to the rack in the castle dungeon, do you understand?” King Axel’s voice is flat, unyielding.
Though I am hopelessly in love with Rafe and despair at the realization someday I’ll be married to King Axel, for this one moment, I am proud. Proud to be the king’s fiancee. Proud of the man standing next to me.
Angus Black looks as though he’s pissed himself. I sniff the air. Maybe he has. “O-Of course, your Majesty.”
Half the men who came in with us peel away from the wall and follow Kris in a hunt through the mayor’s office. Food the Blacks provided had
