Arranged: An Array Series (Book #1)(98)

But to kill a king to marry a bastard?

Unless they were going to kill…

“Hear me out,” George began, holding up his hands in surrender. “This is going to take some convincing on Ava’s part, I’m afraid, but I can’t think of anything else to do.”

“What if the Chitwoods are behind our father’s death?”

That question got two pair of eyes looking at me like I had gone completely insane. One furrowed, the other wide-eyed.

“Your ego is that big?” George scolded.

“No offense,” Reddington added. “But you’re a—”

“I know what I am.” I looked at my brother. “What if you’re next?”

George shook his head at me. “Doubt it, but let me continue what I was saying.”

“I’m serious.”

He shrugged. “And then what? Make my bastard brother the king? C’mon, Garr, get a grip and let me continue.”

“I’m considering it.”

He rolled his eyes. “Anyway, if we agree to the marriage, we could possibly, and quickly, get Sophia to divorce you. You could cut off her funds, keep her from her friends and in the castle. Make it a prison; she’d be crying to her father within weeks.”

“Still waiting to hear the good part.”

“You wouldn’t stop seeing Ava,” Reddington chorused. “That alone would make her furious.”

I stared at him. “So, you want me to publicize Ava as my mistress?”

George shook his head. “No, no. No one else would be aware of the plan.”

“Unless Sophia opened her big mouth,” I cut in.

George slapped me in the chest. “You’d need to threaten her, Garr. Use your inner asshole and make her life a living hell. I’m more than confident you can pull it off.”

“This is the stupidest idea I’ve ever heard come out of your mouth, George, and I’ve heard many.”

He threw his hands in the air, exasperated. “It’s all I got. I’m stuck, just like you are. I can’t undo a dead king’s agreement. We’ve already checked out the witnesses; they came out clean. I need you to buy me more time.”

“We have a meeting with Lord Chitwood in a few moments,” Reddington announced.

I glanced at my brother. “You already made the meeting?”

“Like I said, we need to convince them that we submitted to their agreement. Then it’s our chance to turn the tables.”

∞∞∞

Sitting in the King’s study, now my brother’s, I felt tense. Like I was about to be ordered the death sentence over a crime I didn’t commit; that crime being Sophia’s obsessive plan to marry me. I was wound up so tight, I didn’t even argue when Reddington entered the room with us.

I had a bigger problem sitting in front of me right now.

“I’m honored that you made the time to see me, Your Majesty,” Lord Chitwood addressed, sipping tea with an extended pinky finger. He rested his forearm along his immense stomach, while Sophia sat, prim and proper, in the chair next to him.

She flattened her cream dress with her hands, sitting straight and looking like she was an innocent, abiding with her father’s wishes. Not the conjurer who stormed in my room, accusing me of sleeping with Ava, and that she wouldn’t stop until we were married.

“Not a problem,” George responded. “We have plenty to discuss.”

“That we do.” Chitwood gave his cup to Sophia. “We would like to have the wedding by the end of the year, if that would be suitable to Lord Cranfield.”

I opened my mouth to tell Chitwood exactly what I thought about that idea, but George spoke instead.

“I’ll have to check with the event planner, but I don’t see an issue with that.”

“Fantastic. My little angel is very excited for this match.” He grinned at Sophia, who sheepishly looked down.

Oh, fucking please.

“Angel, huh?” I retorted. “Do angels entered men’s bed chambers alone and uninvited?”

Chitwood looked at me for the first time since he entered the room. The man wasn’t an idiot; he knew I didn’t want to marry his whore of a daughter.

No one wanted to marry his whore of a daughter.

“I’m sorry?”

Dismissing his fake ignorance, I turned my attention to Sophia. “What will it take to buy you off? Money? A house? A new wardrobe? What do you want?”

“A husband,” she replied in a small voice that I didn’t recognize coming out of her. This act of hers was something I was going to break the shit out of. Just because her father and the most powerful man in the country were in the room, she wasn’t fooling anyone. This charade was going to stop.

I placed my glass of brandy down on the table next to me and stood. “Great, let’s go find you one.”

Reddington came up behind me, pushing down on my shoulder to sit. “Lord Cranfield is a little overwhelmed, with everything happening so quickly. His father’s death, the threat still at hand, and now a soon-to-be wife; it’s a lot to take in.”

Chitwood relaxed in his chair. “Of course.”

“Lady Chitwood,” my brother said, handing me back my glass. “Being the wife of the brother to the king comes with specific requirements and acts. We’d need you to follow strict protocol, and act with utter modesty.”