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- The Pirate's Treasure
- A Marriage of Necessity
- Six Types of Apology
- The Gentlemen's Agreement
- The Most Unsuitable Prince
- Just Because He Wears A Crown
After years of failed attempts and deciding to stay happily single, King Darragh of Safe Harbor has been told by his advisors that, with the World Council Summit event coming up, it is time for him to settle down. While his advisors arrange applications and interviews, Darragh prepares himself for complete boredom.
Lord Finn of Winrone was fixing a roof when he heard about the King’s call for a husband. He laughed it off until his brother Jericho turned up in full court dress to let Finn know his application had been approved. Horrified, Finn agrees to go, but warns Jericho he was going to be bluntly honest...he never did find out why Jericho looked so happy when he said that.
Just Because He Wears A Crown is an MM (gay) Arranged Marriage story set in a fictional world. This book is entirely standalone, just part of the same world as the rest of this series. This book is intended for adults only. Please store your e-content responsibly.
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Pairings: M-M
Heat Level: 4
Romantic Content: 5
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 26-35
Protagonist 2 Age: 26-35
Tropes: Arranged Pairing
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters
The door to the council chamber slammed open, and Darragh didn’t even look up from the trade agreement he was reviewing. He already knew who it was. Only his advisors had that particular combination of pompous throat-clearing and determined footsteps.
“Your Majesty, we really must discuss…”
“No.” Darragh signed his name with a flourish and reached for the next document.
“But Your Majesty…”
“Still no, Aldric.” Darragh finally glanced up at his chief advisor, whose balding head had turned an impressive shade of red. Behind him, the other three advisors clustered like nervous sheep. “Whatever you’re about to say, the answer is no.”
Aldric’s cheeks quivered. “You don’t even know what we’re going to ask.”
“I know that look.” Darragh leaned back in his chair, letting it creak in the silence. “That’s your ‘we’re going to pester the king about marriage again’ look. So, no.”
READ MORE“Your Majesty, please.” Helena stepped forward, her gray hair pulled back so tight it probably gave her a headache. Good. She deserved it for bothering him with more nonsense. “Just hear us out.”
Darragh gestured broadly at the papers spread across his desk. “I’m working. Come back never.”
“The World Council summit is in six months,” Marvin blurted out.
That got Darragh’s attention. He straightened, his chair scraping against the stone floor. “So?”
“So,” Aldric seized the opening like a drowning man grabbing a rope, “when we agreed to host the annual treaty summit two years ago, everyone assumed…”
“Everyone assumed I’d be married by now.” Darragh finished the sentence and rubbed his face with both hands. “Because you all thought my ‘great marriage quest’ would be successful.”
“It could have been,” Helena said primly, “if you’d given any of those lovely young women a proper chance.”
“Those lovely young women agreed with everything I said.” Darragh stood up and wandered over to the window overlooking the harbor. Three merchant ships were coming in, their sails bright against the gray sky. “Perfectly lovely ladies who all giggled at jokes that weren’t funny, and simpered and blushed when I asked them genuine questions.”
“They were likely being polite,” Thomas offered, usually his quietest advisor.
“They were boring me to death.” Darragh turned back to face them. “I told you two years ago, and I’ll say it again. I’m not marrying someone I can’t stand to have a conversation with. I’d rather stay single.”
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