Forget the glass slipper. Ditch the fairy godmother. Fuck being charming.
They’ll say this is filthy.
They’ll say this is wrong.
I say she’s mine, and nothing’s going to stop me from claiming my Queen.
It’s hard being King. And being a king without a Queen has made me very hard indeed. A royal ball to find my bride is the last thing I want – that is, until I lay eyes on her.
One look into those deep green eyes, and I know I’m lost. Addicted. Obsessed. One taste of those sweet lips, and one touch of my rough hands on her tempting curves, and I know I’ll tear my whole kingdom down to make her mine.
The world will try and stop this, and say this is wrong. They’ll say she’s no princess, but then, I’m no f**king gentleman.
Her wicked stepmother wants to tear us apart, but she and the rest of the world are about to find out how foolish it is to get between me and what’s mine.
This is no fairytale, but the lady Emilia is about to find a very happy ending. And I’ll be giving her every inch of my crown jewels.
She’ll be my all. My everything. My Queen.
And I’ve got a big, thick, throbbing throne for her to sit on…