by Seyna Rytes
“Get used to it, lastan. This is only the beginning.”
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Yes, if my prayers are answered: the very beginning of a long life filled with love, laughter, and great sex!
Epilogue
‘Extras, Extras’
“We all remember the scandalous Mediterrenean Royals, right?” One of the gorgeous Hollywood style journalists asks her colleagues.
A chorus of “oh, yes”, and “who could forget them?” follows…
“Well, pull out your tissues, girls.”
She marks a dramatic pause, while the other reporters feign to impatiently wait for her to go on.
“We’ve officially lost King Magnus.”
Another ensemble of “ohh’s” and “no’s”...
She nods in a theatrical gesture, and the picture of a couple fills up the screen.
They’re in their thirties. The man is immensely tall, very broad and big, and incredibly handsome. The woman is a good foot shorter than him, all curves, and beautiful dark brown skin. Her big, brown eyes are filled with a mix of mirth and adoration. Reflected in the man’s expression.
They’re both dressed formally: the man in a perfectly suited tuxedo, and her in a gown that adorns her generous forms, without being too revealing.
She’s looking up at him, and holding her cocked out hip. And his arm is possessively wrapped around her trim waist.
Her left hand pushes a lock of hair away from her eyes, getting her shiny diamond ring right in the focus of the photographer…
More “oh’s” and “ah’s” ensue.
“Ladies, if a picture is worth a thousand words, what do you say about this one?”
“First of all, well done for the size of that bling, King Magnum!” One of them exclaims.
“Absolutely, that’s a beautiful ring. Harry Winston?”
“Apparently not, to my own surprise. The future bride is originally from Mali, West Africa, and it seems she chose a local artisan to design and make her engagement ring.”
Excited “wow’s” and “Oh My God’s”.
“Ok, I have to ask the question on all minds: what is it with reformed royal bad boys and interracial marriages?”
Of course, the question comes from one of the black girls on set.
“I don’t know, girl. But, I’m ready to swirl with any of them!” This, from another African American journalist.
They explode into fits of giggles…
“I have another question, though: who remembers Magnus’s first fiancee?”
“Oh, yes! Princess Isabella!”
“Uh-huh… could we please get a side by side of the two engagement coming out pictures?”
Someone on the technical crew makes the miracle happen.
On the picture that was just added to the screen, the same man is posing in a similar outfit and posture. Except, his gaze does not say he worships the ground the woman on his arm walks on. Actually, he’s not even looking at her. This other woman, on the contrary, is staring at him with a scary amount of lust and devotion.
“Yeah, it’s no wonder these two didn’t work.” The main host dismisses the new picture, and they move on to the next couple, news, tragedy,... Leaving Magnus and Ina to their blissful happily ever after.
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