Sold to the King

I’m less than a week away from being crowned King.
To celebrate my last days of freedom, I’m indulging in all kinds of hedonistic activities—including attending the coveted Virgin Auction.
When I see Izzy on stage, I forget where I am. She’s gorgeous. I must have her. At any cost.
Even if only for three weeks.
Even if it can only ever be temporary.
And especially because it’s the last time I can do something for myself and not what’s best for my country.
I’m bound by duty and honor, but for the next few weeks I get to have my American cake and eat her too…one decadent bite at a time.