A Royally Inconvenient Marriage

by Pippa Grant

Character is formed in childhood. I was born at an advantage in a world that forgives little and remembers wrongs long after it has forgotten rights, merely because of the chance of to whom I was born.

While she’s not a day over sixty-three, she could easily pass for seventy-five, and she’s rocking a new hip,

I’m 67 and I'm not old.

He’s not AFRAID of which laws, he’s AWARE of which laws

factor.

factor should be factory

“Smile, Peach,” he says softly. “It makes me wonder what you’re up to.” I ignore the teasing, because he said my name.

I’m too damn smelly to argue, so I drop the dress.

I should not want this woman. She’s unpredictable and quick of temper. Disdainful of authority and much of the royal way of life. Yet my blood is burning for the opportunity to kiss her once more.

were

were should be where

“Forget the king,” Papaya says as she looks around the island. “I’m marrying a freaking billionaire when I grow up.” “Fuck that,” Joey says. “Be the billionaire. Don’t wait for a man to buy an island for you.”

My heart sputters a protest at her dry sarcasm, and it strikes me that the greatest indignity of love is that feeling it for another person does not obligate them to feel it back.

“You’re just as annoying as Manning. Quit with the my lady shit.” I close my eyes and wince. “Yo, J-meister the Flying Acester?” I try.

“Thank you, J-Diddy.” She snorts. “Does Peach know you can actually be funny?”

“Do you want me to stay?” I whisper. His voice is clogged and low when he answers. “I would be honored to have you at my side, my lady.”

“Finding your person isn’t about being perfect for them. It’s about doing the best you can and accepting that they’re doing the best they can too.”

“Just love me, Viktor. Please love me.” ‘Tis remarkable how easy it is to love her. “Always, my lady.”

This chapter is written from Peach’s POV. It should not say “Peach says”