"Read this part," he said in the laziest tone I had ever heard anyone use.
Read. Read. Read. That was why I came here, yet I couldn't move. Because deep down, I feared what that page held. No, I don't trust this. But then again, this was better than having my throat cut.
With shaky hands, I took the book from him. My fingers trembled so badly the book shook with them.
"Relax," the King said, amused.
Relax? Relax!? He wanted me to read a sex scene and now he was telling me to relax? I hadn't even opened the page, yet I knew it was going to be something scandalous. Otherwise, he wouldn't look this entertained.
"Do I have to?" I asked with an awkward laugh.
His eyes narrowed instantly, and I gulped. From that look alone, there was no escaping this. Damn it. Why was erotica not banned in this historical world? Didn't they have rules about moral dignity and....
