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Schreave Palace. Sacramento, Province of Angeles. 4 months and 1 week into the selection.

King Peter was in his office with Baron Trayvon of Yonkers having a drink. They had just suffered through a long privy council meeting and were running on fumes at that point. The Christmas feast and ball was only a week away and preparations were well in order. Several European monarchs would also be there to recognize Peter as the one true King of Illèa and to gain an alliance as well.

"I'm telling you, it's going to be freaking hard as Hell to try and pacify so many kings and queens at one time." Trayvon pointed out as he downed a glass of whiskey.

"We'll find a way to make the right allies." Peter assured his brother as he sipped on a glass of white wine. "In the meantime, the selection is getting harder and harder."

"Getting harder to send chicks home, huh?" The Baron asked with sympathy in his voice. "It happens to all the monarchs; you bond with these women and then you have to kick them to the curb."

"I wish that I didn't have to send everyone away." The King sighed as his brother's eyes lit up.

"You know...there is something you could do...Nah, you wouldn't be up for it." Baron Trayvon said as he leaned back in his seat.

"Don't do that." King Peter said with annoyance in his voice. "Don't offer a tidbit and then snatch it away. You know that pisses me off. If you have something to say, say it!"

"I was just going to say that there is a way for a king to have his cake and eat it to." He said as the King caught on.

"Trayvon...are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?" He asked.

"One word: mistress." Trayvon replied with a smirk.

"I don't know, it feels too much like cheating." Peter groaned.

"Come on bro, you wouldn't be the first Illèan king to take a mistress and I seriously doubt that you'll be the last." Trayvon argued. "It'll be good to have someone to warm your bed when your Queen is unavailable...or just being a bitch."

"Would you take a mistress when you have Selina?" The king inquired.

"This isn't about me, I ain't the king." The Baron shot back. "You have needs; exceptional needs."

"Well...it might not be the worst idea." Peter conceded as it he had been troubled by eliminating anyone else.

"Trust me bro, any girl would be honored to be your mistress." Trayvon assured his brother as the 2 toasted their drinks.


Later that day.

Catalina Espinosa was in her room applying some makeup to her face when she heard a knock on her door. She quickly hurried to answer it and sure enough, King Peter was on the other side.

"Peter, I wasn't sure if you were going to see me today?" Cat whispered excitedly as she pulled him in and shut the door quickly.

"I'm afraid that I am here in serious business." Peter insisted as her face dropped.

"You're eliminating me, aren't you?" She asked wistfully as the king nodded.

"Look Cat, I like you and you are an amazing lover...but I just don't see you as my Queen." He admitted as she kept her composure.

"It's cool, I get it." Miss Espinosa replied as she went to start packing; only to be stopped by Peter grabbing her hand.

"I didn't book a flight for you...because I don't want you to leave." The king explained.

"But you said..." The girl from Midston started to say.

"I am eliminating you, but I was hoping that...you might consent to...become my mistress." Peter said as Cat's eyes went wide. She thought about it for a moment and weight the pros and cons. Cat saw that there was an opportunity to move up in station, if she played her cards right.

"Let's say that I am interested in being your mistress, what's in it for me?" Cat asked as Peter heaved a sigh. He should have expected some quid pro quo.

"Well, we would need an official reason for you sticking around." He replied with a shrug. "I would make you the personal makeup artist for the royal family. This position would provide you with living arrangements in the palace and a sizable monthly wage." Cat nodded as she knew that she would not get a better offer.

"Then I accept and I shall be your mistress." She said with a smile as Peter leaned in and kissed her deeply. He still didn't feel one hundred percent about the idea, but it would be nice to be able to blow off steam every now and then.

THE KING NOW HAS A MISTRESS! WE ARE DOWN TO THE FINAL 2 ELITES AND THE FINAL 3 CHAPTERS. WHO WILL WIN THE KING'S HAND AND THE QUEEN'S TIARA? REVIEWS NEEDED AND APPRECIATED.