Excerpt: The King's Youngest

And be prepared for snippets from various locations as I write (side note, I have tons of innuendo and debauchery for some reaosn.)

"Which of the two bigger diamonds is the best quality?" Mavin asked. "My bride is more about quality than size."

Mavin really was an interesting character, they both had to admit. He was a little bit meterosexual, but not enough to make him less manly by any stretch. And he was one of the more curious individuals that had come through the store's doorway. He was a bit like a cat all full of mystery. As frank as it would see Mavin was, he was even more secretive.

"You know it's no good to kick yourself down a notch by hating on others and wishing harm on them." Stella pointed out.

"How long does it take to get from here to the Andromeda Galaxy, then?" Scarlett asked; her major was aerospace science at Tampa University.

Alexander stirred and looked over at the clock, it was quarter after four in the morning. Why on Earth was he up? Dulce stirred in his arms and he kissed her lips gently.

"You act like the president is immune to natural urges to love his wife..." Alexander muttered. "Being elected president doesn't make me less human."

Alexander's face had gone first red then white with rage. "We need gather some of the cabinet in the situation room. This isn't something to joke about."

"Stop picking on Alexander, I told him he should be careful when and how he told people. It would be best to introduce the idea of their marriage as carefully as possible. They WILL face hardships from how people look at each of them. Mavin may well lose friends and acquaintances. He may gain outright enemies from this. My people might not like him at first but they will be fair if it kills them"

"Will the birth hurt?" Mavin turned down another street, getting them slightly back on track. "You won't die from it, will you? My mother's pregnancy and our birth left her body in shambles. She still has back pains and so on from it. She almost died giving birth."

"I do know of an Abrahams family. And they lived a few streets up from our house..." His voice failed as he saw the woman at the sink. "HOLY F***, TARA mmmphf!!?" he finally managed to speak, and it came out in a burst before Sierra clamped her hand over his mouth.
"No cursing, no shouting. It's rude when in the presence of polite company" Sierra said and removed her hand as Tara walked to them.