Sold to the King

I’m less than a week away from being crowned king.

To celebrate my last days of freedom, I’m indulging in all kinds of hedonistic activities——including attending the coveted Virgin Auction.

When I see Izzy on stage, I forget where I am. She’s gorgeous. I must have her. At any cost.

Even if only for three weeks.

Even if it can only ever be temporary.

And especially because it’s the last time I can do something for myself and not what’s best for my country.

I’m bound by duty and honor, but for the next few weeks I get to have my American cake and eat her too… one decadent bite at a time.

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