Free Royal S.O.B. (A Bad Boy Romance) by Kaitlyn Kevette

    It
was more than clear that the Princess had a role in this transformation. The
normally boisterous Kenrick was now withdrawn into his shell. Gone were his
arrogance and highhanded behavior; in its place was a meekness and diffidence
that refused to go with the personality of Prince Kenrick Royce.

 
    "I'll
take the morning flight tomorrow," announced Pat, expecting to elicit some
response.

 
    Kenrick
maintained his silence. And that worried Pat. Was his friend, sole heir to the kingdom's throne, descending into a
massive pit? If yes, it needed to be curbed right now, and as the prince's
friend, Pat felt responsible.

 
    He
got up and sat next to Kenrick.

 
    "Hey,"
he said, making his tone more jovial than usual.

 
    "Is
all well with you?"

 
    He
put his hand on Kenrick's shoulder. The latter just pushed his hand, got up
from his chair and walked towards the large window.

 
    "Come
on now," said Pat, following him.

 
    "Tell
me what it is. Surely you can share it – whatever it is – with your old
mate!"

 
    It
made for a great picture. Kenrick, with his incredibly amazing features, was
standing by the intricate Victorian style window, the light from outside
highlighting his chiseled face.

 
    No wonder he could get
any woman he wanted ,
thought Pat.

 
    Suddenly,
he realized the reason for this melancholia. Was it a woman Kenrick could
possibly never get?

 
    "I
know why you're upset," tried Pat, in spite of his better judgment.

 
    He
knew that perhaps this was an inappropriate thing to say, but he said it
anyway.

 
    "Is
it Princess Adelaide?"

 
    Kenrick
turned to glare at his friend.

 
    "Of
course it's Princess Adelaide!" barked Kenrick.

 
    "What
else did you think it was, you bastard?!"

 
    In
a flash the real Kenrick surfaced, and at once Pat was regretting bringing up
the name of the princess.

 
    "It's
all right, Kenrick," Pat persisted, trying to pacify him.

 
    "With
some women, it just takes a little time. She'll come around… sooner or
later."

 
    "You
wally!" Kenrick snarled, all of his pent-up feelings now escaping him.

 
    "Don't
you think I know that! I know that better than you, you bastard! You're
teaching me , you prat, you're
teaching Prince Kenrick Royce?"

 
    "Kenrick.
Kenrick. Hold on, calm down! There's nothing the matter. Why are you
yelling?!"

 
    "Nothing
the matter? There's nothing the matter? There's this bitch disrespecting me; me – the mighty Prince Kenrick, sole heir
to the throne of this great kingdom – and you say there's 'nothing the matter'?"

 
    "Kenrick,
please understand. She's a commoner. She's used to a certain freedom. She must
hate royalty. Give her time!"

 
    "Time?
You say time, you bastard??" Kenrick was spitting fire.

 
    "My
cock is hard as a ramrod right now. And you want me to give her time !"

 
    "But
Kenrick! She's your stepsister!"

 
    "So
what do you want me to do? Forget about fucking her?"

 
    "No,
but at least speak about her in more civil terms!"

 
    "Why
civil – she's not my sister, is she? If my old man is horny and gets a cunt for
himself, and with it comes a smaller cunt for free–"

 
    Here
he broke down and laughed uproariously.

 
    "What
do you expect me to do, my dear Pat?"

 
    Pat
was grateful for this sudden defusing of tension. Whatever it was, the way he
steered the conversation, it deflated Kenrick's anger. He was even laughing
now!

 
    This
was the best time to tell him...

 
    "Kenrick,
I told you I'm leaving on the morning flight."

 
    "You're
going, right, you're going," said Kenrick through his guffaws. The
laughter had not subsided yet.

 
    "Okay,
then go! Leave me like that and scoot, you bastard, like a bandicoot!"

 
    "Why
Kenrick, are you in love with your stepsister?" mused Pat.

 
    "Love?
Did you say love ?" Kenrick
laughed again, the laughter of a cynic.

 
    "I
don't even know what that means. Love – that fancy four-letter word that poets
coined