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- The Pirate's Treasure
- A Marriage of Necessity
- Six Types of Apology
- The Gentlemen's Agreement
“You are going to marry someone of royal blood, and it will happen within a month, or I’ll disown you and make your cousin my heir. That’s my final word. Get on with it.”
Crown Prince Serron of Monce had dreaded getting the ultimatum he knew was coming. He'd loved Patin, Duke of Folkon for twelve long years, but to his parents, that wasn't good enough. Forced to consider marrying someone else, Serron is pleased and intrigued when his mother suggests another prince as a possible consort, someone who might be amenable to a marriage contract despite Serron's relationship with Patin. All he had to do was be honest.
"Sometimes I feel as though I am walking on a fine wire, yards in the air, praying I don’t fall and take Serron with me."
Patin, Duke of Folkon had been raised on the streets. Catching Serron's attention hadn't been intentional, but as the years passed and their affection for each other grew, albeit behind closed doors, he always knew the day would come when he would have to leave... or did he?
“How do you see a marriage like the one you are proposing would work?”
Prince Jaq of Elembaum enjoyed his library, his books and his studies for the World Council. But when two men, clearly a couple, came into his library with a proposition, Jaq was compelled to listen. The thoughtful gift of a book they offered helped. Touched by their circumstances, Jaq agrees to their offer, and suddenly his life is one adventure after another. But through it all, could they ever be more than friends?
There's another prince with eyes on Jaq, and with tensions rising at the Monce castle, the early days of the arranged marriage don't go as planned. After an abduction attempt, truths are revealed - will the three men lose their potential for more together, before they even begin?
This is an MMM Arranged Marriage story intended for mature audiences. As with all of my stories, there is no cheating, and all characters are over the age of twenty-five. HEAs guaranteed. Can be read as a standalone.
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Pairings: M-M
Heat Level: 3
Romantic Content: 5
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 26-35
Protagonist 2 Age: 26-35
Protagonist 3 Age: 26-35
Tropes: Arranged Pairing, The Bargain, Class Differences, Forbidden Love, Found Family, Menage
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters
Jaq
“Prince Jaq. Your Highness. Oh, my goodness, where are you? You have an appointment.”
Jaq peered over the railing of the mezzanine floor, scowling at his personal aid, Templeton. “Libraries are meant to be quiet spaces where people can contemplate the written word in peace and quiet.” He glanced at the large time piece that took up almost half of a larger wall. “It’s barely lunchtime. I fail to see why anyone would make an appointment for me during the day. I’m sure Mother assured me that there were no events this week, and I wasn’t required to attend any occasion or meet with anybody.”
READ MORE“That conversation with the queen was over two weeks ago, your highness.” Templeton huffed his way up the stairs, and Jaq noticed he was carrying Jaq’s “meeting” robe. One of the few items of clothing he had that wasn’t covered in ink stains. The mere act of Templeton bringing that piece of hallowed clothing into the library meant the meeting had to be important.
“Fine. Who am I supposed to be meeting and where?” Jaq stifled a yawn, and cast a longing glance over the range of books he had spread out over the large table. “Will it take long? I think I am onto something here, but I just need to find…”
“I’m sure that’s all very important and interesting, your highness. I need you to put this on.” Templeton interrupted him, holding up his robe. “Crown Prince Serron of Monce has requested a meeting with you. He’s accompanied by his man, Patin, Duke of Folkon.”
“Why would the Crown Prince of Monce want to talk to me? Does mother know about this?” Jaq stopped halfway through putting on his robe. “This isn’t marriage contract business, is it? Only I had enough trouble with Crown Prince Rupert about that nonsense.
“Honestly, I’ve never come across anyone who thought he was allowed to be rude, purely, and simply because he outranked me, the way Crown Prince Rupert was. And don’t even get me started on my thoughts about him wanting to take me hunting. It was clear he didn’t do his homework about the type of person I am at all. I do not want to go through that farce again.”
“Neither the queen, nor the Crown Prince of Monce saw fit to confide in me as to the reasons for this meeting, sir, so I have no idea of why the gentlemen wish to see you. Put the other arm through.”
“I can dress myself.” Jaq pushed his other arm through the held out sleeve and fastened his buttons. Then he took the brush Templeton pulled out of his pocket, and ran it through his hair, before handing it back. “There. Will I do? Am I princely enough to meet a Crown Prince?”
“You look very tidy, sir.” Templeton glanced down at his black pants and frowned. “If you don’t mind me saying so, sir, I am eternally grateful you moved past your love of brightly colored trousers. I do believe there is ink on the ones you have on. Perhaps I should…”
“You should go to lunch, that’s what you should do.” Jaq could be firm if he needed to be. “Just tell me where I’m supposed to meet Crown Prince Serron…”
“Er… excuse me? Prince Jaq?” Jaq and Templeton looked at each other wide eyed and then Jaq peered over the mezzanine railing again.
“Are you Crown Prince Serron of Monce?”
“I am.” The tall man with jet black hair and well-trimmed goatee had a pleasant smile.
“That must mean that is Patin, Duke of Folkon, with you.” Turning to Templeton, Jaq whispered, “You didn’t tell me they were meeting me in the library.”
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