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grab those finely tailored slacks and tear them right down the zipper, tear the crotch right out of them…
    “Yes. I gave a speech today. Not the speech I was supposed to give.”
    “Ah. That’s highly irregular for royalty, I think.”
    “It is. But there are things that needed to be said. Things that impact you and your country as well, I have to tell you.”
    “Oh?”
    “I talked about the border crisis between our nations. Refugees are held back with fences and tear gas, unable to move through to Germany and beyond. And yet, none of the armed men you use to stop the refugees are capable of stemming the flow of drugs, counterfeit merchandise, women transported into sex slavery by the gangsters of your country…”
    “No,” Nikolas said, and now he was the one with an imperial tone. “No women are used that way. Not by us.”
    “They come across your border from Russia, from Hungary, from all points east…”
    “I think you know my history. I grew up with these gengzters . There is one thing that sets them apart from the rest. No women. Drugs, counterfeit merchandise, counterfeit money, stolen goods, smuggling refugees, yes. All that. But anyone who tried to move women into sex slavery would pay dearly.”
    It was true, he was sure. János had been the closest thing Nikolas had to a real father, since his biological father was a national joke. János had been the leader of the most powerful gang in Danubia, and his word was law. And that law stated that women were our sisters, our mothers, our daughters. They would not be touched.
    Of course, there were always enterprising souls who tried to go into that line of business, especially when they saw criminals in other nations doing it so profitably. They were found, eventually, by the Rendőrség , the police. Or by the gengzters . Their entire bodies turned up, piece by piece. All the pieces but one.
    “They are moving across your border all the same. I will send you the report I’ve received from the Bundespolizei .”
    “You do that,” Nikolas said coldly.
    Francesca stared at him. It was true , she thought, everything they said about him. The man the tabloids called the “Punk Prince” was nothing but a party animal, a figurehead who let the gangsters run the country while he drank champagne and snorted cocaine. No sense of duty at all. He had no idea what went on in his own country, right under his nose!
    Princess Francesca Albertine stood up and bowed to the king of Danubia as stiffly as any of her Teutonic ancestors. “Good day, then.”
    Nikolas blinked. This little shit doesn’t believe me ! “Yeah, your masters await you. I won’t hold you up.”
    He watched as Francesca stormed towards the door, her trim figure, her slim waist, her perfect buns flattered by her tailor’s skill.
    What she needs is a good hard fucking, Nikolas thought, his groin stirring at the thought. It was always the repressed ones who turned out to be the hottest sex – so much fire to be stirred and kindled.
    After the princess was gone, Barnabas coughed discreetly at the doorway. “Your majesty.”
    “Yes, I’m coming… Barnabas, I think I’m going to need two translators tonight.”

CHAPTER FIVE – ONCE UPON A TIME
     
    After the meeting with the king, the Burgenland Palace’s bureaucracy had descended on her like a smothering pillow, whisking her away, cancelling all her public appearances.
    Gustav Krupp, King’s Minister of Foreign Affairs, sat her down in her hotel suite and lectured her sternly. “Your Highness, that was not the speech that was prepared for you.”
    “No, it wasn’t.”
    “Our foreign policy is a matter of considerable deliberation, and craft, and consultation with the Landtag. It is not…”
    “Is the Monarch not the last word on these matters?”
    “ He is indeed. And in this matter, he was . Or so we thought.” He sighed. “You are not the monarch, Your Royal Highness. Nor will you be. Prince Leopold is the heir to the throne