“Enough,” I snarl, getting to my feet and pointing directly at the man as hot fury spreads through my chest. “What’s done is done. I married her, and if Parliament decides that the price is my crown, then I will hand it over. Until that time, I am your king, and that American actress is my wife.” Leaning forward, I brace my hands on the top of the table, glaring over it at the prime minister, whose lips have pressed more firmly together as my tirade progressed. “You will pay your queen the respect she is owed.”
