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145 pages, Kindle Edition
Published July 15, 2024
“You didn’t have to leave the party,” he said. I was taken aback. “W- why wouldn’t I?” I asked, the sour bitter feeling in my stomach twisting my guts. “Because what you saw didn’t mean anything,” he said.
“There’s nothing wrong with my marriage,” he said steadily. “You let me worry about Delilah. She’s crazy about me. She wouldn’t ever rock the boat.”
“I got it pulled from the royal vault. It’s from the 18th century.” It was a delicate bracelet, thickly clustered with more sparkling diamonds and emeralds than I’d ever seen in my life. He thought he could fix everything with his money, didn’t he?
“Because I fucking screwed up in public, I want to apologize in public,” was how the King began his announcement. The conference room was so profoundly silent all I could hear were the little noises of the camera running. “My beloved Queen Delilah is planning on leaving at the end of the month and it’s entirely my fault. I made the biggest mistakes in my life in my first six months of marriage to my wife. And I don’t have a single excuse except that I was the lowest and most repulsive worm.”
And there was my stupid husband in front of the palace, in an extremely old- fashioned looking colonial- style wooden stock, his head and hands stuck there.
Roger unlocked the stocks and directed Alexander to the huge wooden dunking stool, which was a wooden chair attached to a huge lever that Roger would use to dunk my husband under the water. “Where did you even find that?” I asked in annoyance. “I had it specially- made,” Alexander said, sitting still as Roger tied him in with the straps. Now he was trapped. He couldn’t get out even if he wanted to. “Dunk me until I tell you to stop,” the King said. “Hold me under for at least a minute.”
“What are you doing, you lunatic?” I hissed at him. He whirled around. “The stables,” he said. “I promised I’d get all the shit out of them.” Of all the absolutely horrific things about this scenario, I focused on the most bizarre and inexplicable one. “Why are you filming yourself?” I whispered in agony, the malodorous stink of the stables feeling like it was seeping into my clothes, settling into my hair. “To prove to you that I did it, of course!” he said.