Royally Screwed

Chapter 27

LOUIS

Were it up to me, I would simply not go to the gala tonight. Not when everything inside me screams I want to rip that glittery dress that sits like a second skin on Sylvie, and get back to what we were doing last night.

Yet here I am, entering Versailles with my hand on my girlfriend's lower back, trying to keep my shit together and make a good impression.

"This is gorgeous", Sylvie says, pointing at the huge white staircase that was covered in a red carpet for today's event. Given the crowd attending, the palace has been closed for the tourists for today, and the number of security guards that have been hired is double the amount of people actually attending.

"It really is", I answer. It's neither the staircase nor the chandelier I am looking at.

Sylvie must have noticed that, since she is chuckling as she brushes a kiss on my cheek. "Look at you slowly turning into a romantic."

"I have always been a romantic", I correct her. "Yet only for you."

"If you don't stop, I'll ruin my makeup by blushing too hard", she counters.

I hardly stop me from saying that she can gladly ruin my makeup by kissing me and leaving kiss marks wherever she wants. Instead, I only make the two of us continue to walk, going up the staircase to the grand apartments of the King and Queen where the event is hosted. Well, part of the event. After we'll be given a tour, the party will begin in a ballroom somewhere in the castle.

"Your Royal Highnesses", a woman waiting at the door announces. I see her tick two boxes in her clipboard, then notice her name tag. "Claudie. Staff." She wishes us a nice evening before letting us in, and explains us where the party will take place and everything.

As we enter the room, I can't help but notice how some people stare at us and my hand on Sylvie's back. It happened all the time in Paris, so I should have thought that especially at an event, the staring will happen.

I notice Sylvie looking down, as if she too has noticed the eyes on us. It's then I bend closer to her ear, whispering: "Forget them, they are just jealous." As she looks up, I steal her a quick kiss. "Have I mentioned how pretty you are today?", I continue asking, partly because it's true, partly to distract her.

A smile slips back on her lips. "Literally five seconds ago."

"Oh, that is too long ago. You are very pretty today, sweetheart. But you are always pretty."

"You don't look so bad yourself, Louis", she replies.

I can't help the mouth twitch. "Was that a compliment? I am deeply touched, Trouble."

"It was not not a compliment", she tries to hide the fact it was in fact a compliment.

"That's alright. I already told you, baby. I don't need you sweet talking to me. You talking dirty is more than enough."

"Should I remind you that we're in a room filled with every head of State in this world?" This time, I did make her blush.

"As if they don't do it at night too", I try to lighten the mood. "And besides, royal dirty talk is hot as heck. Remind me to make love with you on the throne one day, Trouble."

"Yeah? Are we going to listen to National Anthem while doing it?", she teases back. She did seem open to the idea though.

The mouth twitch slips into a grin.

"Princess Sylvia, Prince Louis", a voice interrupts us.

We turn around finding us face to face with King Alexander of Guinevere and his wife, Queen Georgiana. The ones whose wedding we attended a few months ago.