Royally Screwed

Chapter 24

SYLVIE

"Might I say, you made a wonderful decision, Your Royal Highnesses", Dominick comes sit at the chair opposite the one Louis and I were sharing, at the table of the private plane of Cordelia's Royal Family. "What better place to show love than the city of love?"

I smile as I look out of the window and see the beautiful city lights of Paris. From up high, I can even see the Eiffel Tower.

Louis and I didn't waste much time. We first flew over to Arlette, so I can pack some bags. Vicky was already waiting in the palace, worried sick that I haven't answered my calls or texts. I explained her everything, and she helped me pack some clothes. It's then my boyfriend and I resumed our trip and flew off to Paris.

"I swear, for a moment there I thought you were going to say we chose the perfect city to make love", Louis jokes.

My face heats up, and Dominick looks away flushed. "Your personal nightlife is none of my business, Sire."

"Go on, Dominick", Louis chuckles, pointing at the clipboard in his assistant's hands. I have a few members of my staff that came too. Fred, as per usual. And also a member of the Arlette Royal Family's PR team. Yet since Cordelia is the one who proposed this trip, Dominick took over the preparations and schedule.

"I know you wanted to keep the days as free as possible, yet I couldn't help but schedule some royal presences, ones that Princess Sylvia and you will attend together." He places the clipboard to face us, so we can look. "Since you'll be spending four days here, I tried to keep the first day as free as possible, for you to be able to explore the city. I also kept in mind your request, Prince Louis."

"What request?", I ask, turning to look at the guy on whose lap I'm sitting.

He only brushes a strand of my hair behind my ear and kisses my ear shell. "It's a surprise."

"Gosh, I hate you", I let out sighing.

"Keep telling yourself that, baby girl", he whispers to me, making my skin suddenly get goosebumps. The way he then kisses me to prove me just how much I hate him doesn't make my point any more convincing.

"On the second day", Dominick begins again, "you are expected to the Versailles castle. There is a gala organised there, and you are the guests of honour."

"How considerate", Louis teases again. Ever since we got in this plane and I started smiling again, he seems to be much more relaxed than before. He jokes and smiles at me the whole time.

"Third day you have only one attendance, to an opening of an art gallery. And on the fourth day you're meeting with the Cordelian ambassador."

"Sounds alright", I hear Louis answer, since theoretically speaking, Dominick is his assistant. But not little is my surprise as I catch my boyfriend look at me with questions in his eyes. "Do you want to make any changes to the schedule, Sylvie?"

"Me?", I ask.

He nods. "This is as much your trip as it is mine. If you aren't in agreement with any of our visits, just say. I am sure Dominick will make the necessary changes."

"But of course, Your Royal Highness", I find no sign of doubt in Dominick's voice.

Not even on my own damn trips I make in the name of Arlette am I allowed to make changes to the schedule.

Overwhelmed, all I can do is shake my head. "No, the schedule is perfect as it is. Thank you so much."

"My pleasure", Dominick bows his head at me, before he wishes us a nice rest of the flight and disappears on another armchair to write some emails, probably with our RSVPs.

"What is wrong?", Louis asks me, obviously having noticed the change of my mood.

"He just listened to me", I whisper, still confused about what just happened. "Just like that."

"Well, one day, you are going to be his queen", he answers, brushing with his thumb over my hand.

I look up at him, at the fact that when he envisions his future, he still sees the two of us together. That thought spreads a kind of warmth in me I have never felt before.

"You want me to be your queen?", I ask him.

"You already are my queen, Sylvie", he kisses my neck. "You could be my damn empress, and I'd still gladly be your loyal servant."

"Your empress, you say?", I tease him, because my heart is too loaded with emotions for it to be healthy.

"My queen. My empress. My everything."

"I love you, Louis", I whisper to him. "I love you so much, it hurts."

"I thought you said you hated me a few seconds ago", he teases back.

"What can I say? Depends on how loyal you are", I brush over his lips with my tongue. I can hear him let out a soft moan, one that I'm sure his assistant didn't quite enjoy hearing. The fact I can now see him putting headphones on proves my point.

"I think Dominick is sick of us", I chuckle, pointing at him.

Louis follows my gaze, to where Dominick finishes another shot of espresso. "For sure", he laughs. "But I'm quite sure it is still better for him than when I'm moody and depressed. Then, he usually finishes five shots of espresso."

A smirk blooms on my lips at an idea. "In that case", I say, shifting my position so that I'm sitting on his lap with a foot on each of his sides. Definitely one of my favourite poses. "I say we make sure you're in a good disposition."

"I love how you're thinking, Trouble", he breathes.

As our mouths meet, it's not only Louis' mood who suddenly skyrocketed.