Devrim’s Discipline Read online Brianna Hale (Court of Paravel #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Court of Paravel Series by Brianna Hale
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Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 51855 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
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Mama comes back with a long, cream envelope, and my insides do a belly flop. If the palace is sending her letters, it can’t be good news. Perhaps it’s Mama who’s going to be tried for treason.

Perhaps it’s both of us.

“It’s an invitation for an audience with the King.” She swallows and turns a little pale. “Or rather, a demand.”

“Maybe you’ve got your wish at last,” I mutter sarcastically. “Let me know when I should start packing for the move to Rugova House.”

“It could be good news,” Mama says, doubtfully.

“Oh, sure, because the King always rewards imposters and sneaks who sell Court gossip to the press.”

“Your name’s on here, too.”

“What?” I get up and take the letter from her. There’s my name, printed right after hers. I hand it back to her. “Thank you, Mama. I always wanted to see the inside of a prison cell.”

“Don’t be dramatic, darling. We’re not being summoned to the palace to be arrested.”

“No, we’re probably going to be asked to explain ourselves, and then be arrested.”

Mama studies the letter again, her brows pinched. “There will be questions. We should get our story straight.”

I sit back down. “You tell the King what you like. I’ll settle for the truth, and if it contradicts whatever story you come up with, I don’t care.”

The next morning, we’re both dressed in our smartest day clothes, sitting in a state room at the palace. A footman, in burgundy and gold livery, enters the room and bows, and we hastily get to our feet as he calls our names.

We follow him through a set of gilt doors into what seems to be the King’s study, a large room with high ceilings and enormous oil paintings on the walls and dominated by a huge desk. The King himself is sitting behind it.

Mama and I drop into curtsies, and then stand there. The King regards us silently, an unreadable expression on his face. The seconds tick by in excruciating silence.

Despite my defiant words yesterday, my stomach is roiling with anxiety.

King Anson comes out from behind his desk to stand in front of Mama. He’s a tall man, and we both have to tilt our heads back to look into his face.

He puts his hand on his heart and speaks gravely. “Lady Rugova, I deeply apologize.”

Mama seems to have to work to unstick her tongue from the roof of her mouth. “Your Majesty?”

“My clerks have gone through the records,” he continues, with a glance at me. “The Rugovas should have been contacted weeks ago, regarding your lands and fortune. As soon as I discovered the error, I moved swiftly. As of this morning, everything has been restored to your family. My condolences for your late husband. I understand my father greatly valued his presence at Court.”

Mama’s eyes fill with tears. She gazes up at the King like he’s the Archangel Gabriel himself. “Restored, sir?” she whispers. “Do you really mean that?”

He smiles at her. “I’m thankful that your daughter didn’t miss her debut. Please send me a letter as soon as you’re settled into Rugova House, and I look forward to seeing you both at Court.”

Mama plummets into another curtsy, babbling her thanks and making a hundred promises about how she will write immediately and that Court is even more splendid than it was in the old days.

I study the King, perplexed. He speaks in a beautifully measured way and radiates charisma, but that doesn’t make any of what he’s said right.

Before Mama can take my hand and draw me from the room, I address him, “Your Majesty, thank you for your generosity. I feel like I must tell you, though, that my family lost everything before the revolution. There are no lands or money to restore to us.”

Beside me, Mama makes a choking nose.

King Anson nods. “Several families were in severe financial straits before the revolution. I’m afraid my parents sorely mismanaged the country. This is my way of beginning to make reparation for their mistakes.”

My mouth falls open. He’s criticizing his own parents? Surely, it was my father, who was mismanaging things, through his gambling. Before I can say anything, the next words out of the King’s mouth blindside me.

“Besides, as Devrim pointed out to me just yesterday, your family is older than even his or mine. Where would the Court be without one of the most illustrious families in Paravel attendance?”

Mama dimples at the King, thanking him for his kind words, while simultaneously trying to grab my hand. I take a small step away from her, determined to find out why the King is being so flattering to one of the oldest, but frankly, least important of the First Families in Paravel, especially after what Mama has done.

“I’m sorry, sir, I still don’t understand.”

King Anson fold his hands in front of him and drops the charming smile. “I want to do things differently. Different to Varga, of course, but also different to the way my parents governed the country. I want the First Families to feel involved in the way the country is run. I understand the two of you were hotel chambermaids under the People’s Republic?”


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