Two months agoI tossed the tabloid into the nearest trash bin. “This is already a fucking disaster,” I muttered, rubbing my face. Laurent didn’t react to my swearing, except to say, “Anything else I can do for you, Your Highness?”“No, nothing. You’ve done everything you could.”Laurent bowed and left me to stew in my office. Once Niamh had agreed to our engagement, after a lot of arguing, swearing, and threats of castrating me, the news of our engagement became the most important topic in the palace. My parents had taken the news with a surprising level of equanimity. I’d expected them to rail against it or to demand that I find someone more suitable. But neither of them had said those things. My mother, ever the polished royal, had merely said, “Then we have a lot of work to do, don’t we?”I’d been naive to think releasing the news of our impromptu engagement would be simple. We’d simply write a press release, do a few interviews, take a few photos, and voila. Done
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