How to rule a king

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Ronja:

In. Out. Deep breaths. I can do this. I'm going in with my head held high. There's nothing to be afraid of. This is it. My life's going to change forever.

"Are you ready?"

Standing beside me was my grandfather dressed in a black tuxedo, holding his golden cane in a tight grip.

"Yes, I am", I said, staring at my Louboutin-shoes peering through seam of my cream coloured dress.

I didn't even know why I had chosen this dress. This wasn't a wedding. This was me signing my life over to a man I didn't even know. Yet, here I was, wearing a floor-length, cream coloured dress. While the dress covered my front and arms completely, showing nearly no cleavage, my back was exposed except for the small part beneath my shoulder blades hiding my bra strap underneath several rows of shimmering pearls. The skirt was tight around my backside only to turn loose fluttering combinations of satin, tulle and lace. Yet I was prepared if for any reason the dress wouldn't catch my spouse's attention. What I was wearing underneath sure as hell would.

I made sure of that.

I was done being everybody's princess. I wanted to be a queen and if I had to fuck a king for my crown then so be it. I was going to do whatever it takes to finally be free. Free from my grandfather. Free from his rules. Free from this mansion. Free from my very own life, I loathed so much. It was time for me to grow up and become somebody new.

Yes, I'm ready for my future.

When I made my way down the stairs leading directly into our estate's ball room, I kept thinking: Please don't let me trip over my dress. Tightening my grip on my grandfather's arm, I smiled at the guests staring up at us.

Here comes the queen. You're allowed to bow before me.

I hardly recognized any of them. Half the guests were business associates of my grandfather with some former whores aka their wives hanging off their arms. The other half were probably here for Volkov, celebrating him taking over yet another empire. Even though they were all dressed up in suits, they still looked ready to murder anybody who came near their boss. Not that I believed Volkov in need of bodyguards. Dressed in a black tux he looked so different from the first time a saw him. Before, he had looked like a soldier ready to kill. Now he looked like a king ready to claim his throne.

Stopping midway on the stairs my grandfather spoke up: "Welcome everybody to our home. We will get straight to business by signing the contracts, afterwards I invite all of you to the dinner my maids have prepared for you and of course as always for some rounds of vodka and poker in our estate's gambling rooms."

Just how I imagine my dream wedding, drunken men and fights over gambling tables.

Alexei had made his way up to us before he took my hand out of my grandfather's, staring at the other man as if he was his worst enemy.

"We're signing that piece of shit and then we're gone. I'm not staying a second longer than necessary."

He guided me over to the desk where the contract was already waiting. Pulling out a chair for me, he moved his hand to my back guiding me to sit down.

"Sit. You're going to need all your energy for tonight."

I couldn't help shooting daggers at him. I understood that he wanted to get this over with and I really didn't mind not having to watch my grandfather sucking some whores face off just because he had a little too much to drink, but talking about taking away my virginity in front of all those people wasn't exactly fine with me.