A/N : HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY, AMERICANS! Us Canadians had our Canada Day on the 1st. We sat around the campfire with Beavers, Caribou and Maple trees.
JPOV
He brought her! He brought that ungrateful whore that was living with her thighs parted and ready for his cock at a moment's notice.
I glared at the woman that threatened my future with the King. She had the better chance of winning his heart because it was required for a King to have a rightful Queen. However, if the King decided to change that rule, and I could help persuade him and make up his mind, I could take the throne with him. I could stand by his right arm as he addressed his people.
It was up to me to make up his mind and show him what I could do, prove myself to him. I knew I could do it and this trip to the market was step one.
"You okay, Jasper?" Edward asked me, snapping me from my thoughts.
I broke my frown and smiled at him, folding my hands in front of me as I gazed into his eyes that were bleached to a brown from the shining sun. "I'm fine, my King."
I glanced at Isabella, glaring at her arms wrapped around his left bicep opposite to the one that brushed against my arm. All I could think about was a dozen ways to kill her on the way to the market. I could shove her in front of a moving cart or accidentally bump her into one of the fruit stands and snap her neck on a curved surface.
Isabella held my gaze for a minute, her eyes glowing with a feral meaning before they narrowed and moved back to the King's face. I sneered at the fake smile she plastered on, rubbing the muscles that wrapped around his arm.
Where was that moving cart? I snarled to myself.
"Can we look at the silks and linens, my Liege?" Isabella asked, beginning to tow him towards a stand.
I rolled my eyes at her sweet voice.
"Of course," he nodded, "do you need any new clothes or bedding sheets, Jasper?" he asked, turning to me and bringing his finger upon my bottom lip.
I was tempted to close my mouth around his finger but decided against it, "Yes, after this past week, I think new bedding and clothes should be good."
Isabella shot a glare my way. Two could play at that game.
She let go of his arm and walked over to the stand, fingering the neatly lined silks that she could use as scarves.
I took the chance to grab Edward's hand, squeezing it into my own before leaning against him to kiss his cheek.
"Mmm, thank you," he hummed, quickly kissing my cheek back.
I closed my eyes and tried to hold on to the feeling of his lips against my cheek before I slowly opened them, my eyes connecting with Isabella, who stood at the silk stand with a blue scarf in her hands and a scowl on her face as she watched the King's exchange with me.
I couldn't help but smirk at her.
"I'm going to go looking at the jewelry, my King," I told Edward, running my fingers down his arm before turning away from him.
I smiled at the salesman that was instantly selling off each and every piece that was at his table, speaking quickly and rapidly in Greek. I smiled and nodded politely but didn't give in to his sales. I grew up as a son of someone like him. I knew the ways of a salesman and wouldn't fall for it.
However, there were some pieces that caught my eye. A gold, weaved ring and a solid silver arm cuff with a turquoise stone in the middle. I picked at my bottom lip and wondered if I asked the King nicely, and offered him a sexual favor, if he would purchase these pieces for me.
A/N : I wasn't kidding. The pace of this story is about to go in overdrive. So.. hold on to your seats ladies and gents! It's gonna be a bumpy ride!