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Bellamy
Which night?
Caitlin
Your debut?
Bellamy
Stop watching Netflix, Cait. I’m not making a debut. I’m lighting a Christmas tree... from the palace balcony.
Caitlin
You hear yourself, right? I’d say you’re living a Hallmark Christmas special, but I’m hoping all the dirty sex you’re having means it’s not fit for Hallmark.
Bellamy
HBO Max, maybe?
Caitlin
You know I had a poster of your husband in my bedroom when I was a teenager, right?
Bellamy
Yeah well, I thought Callen was hot as hell the first time I met him, so we’re even.
Caitlin
Brat.
Bellamy
Twat.
Caitlin
Queen.
Bellamy
Ummm . . . you win.
Quiet Queen
Royal rumbles coming from Lilihill House say that our king and queen have officially taken up residence at Rosenhall Palace. There have been no further comments from the king since his official statement earlier this week, but I’ve been told our first official photo op will be Friday at the lighting of the National Christmas Tree.
Stay tuned, royal watchers.
“Pearls or diamonds?” Joss asks, holding up two beautiful necklaces, one in each hand, as I stand in front of her, dressed like I’m in the middle of one of those Hallmark movies Caitlin was talking about earlier.
“Neither,” Rhys tells her as he walks into the room and presses a kiss to my temple.
Joss smiles like she’s in on a joke. One I’m apparently not privy to.
She curtsies quickly, something I’m getting used to. “You’re going to be great tonight, bee. Smile and try to enjoy yourself.”
“Thank you.” I tell her as she leaves Rhys and me alone. I press my palms flat against his chest, loving the feel of his strength beneath my fingertips. “You look handsome.”
