Page 199 of Bride By Coronation

He wrinkles his forehead and announces, "Ulrich is here with several others."

The hairs on my neck rise. I stand. "Here on the yacht?"

"Yes. He claims he needs to speak to you immediately."

I shut the door and face him, studying his face. "Why do you look alarmed?"

Sergio stands taller and murmurs, "They came on board with their guns pulled."

I freeze, taking in his statement and trying to figure out the best move. There's only one reason they would draw weapons. It's to escort me somewhere I might object going to.

That or it's an outright coup.

I pat Sergio on the shoulder. "Thank you for telling me. Please make sure the staff stays on task while I'm gone."

He scrunches his face but nods.

"Everything is fine," I reassure him.

He doesn't seem convinced.

I ask, "Where are they?"

"I had them wait in the bar," he answers.

"Good decision. Wait for me outside of the bar," I instruct and open the door. My gut flips faster, but I pick up my pace and walk into the room with my head held high, greeting, "Ulrich."

"Your Majesty," he states but doesn't bow.

The men with him rise, keeping their guns in sight.

I cross my arms. "What's your reason for bringing armed men onto my yacht and scaring my staff?"

Amusement flares in Ulrich's eyes. He picks up a stuffed olive, pops it in his mouth, chews, swallows, and takes a long drink of what I'm guessing is brandy. He taunts, "Why would members of The Underworld bring anything but pleasure to your staff?"

"Cut the shit, Ulrich. Why are you here?"

Arrogance replaces his amusement. He finishes his drink, sets the snifter down, and picks up the decanter. He pours a fresh glass, and suggests, "Shall we discuss this over drinks?"

"No," I bark.

"Fine. Suit yourself," he replies, strolling to the window. He taunts, "Such a nice yacht we supply for you."

I snarl, "I'll remind you that I'm the king. I've asked you why you're here. Stop playing games and answer my question or I'll issue adecree. And let me remind you that my men will toss you in a cell until I decide to return your freedom to you."

He chuckles until his eyes glisten.

I narrow my own eyes at him.

He wipes his cheek and states, "Look around, Kirill. You can issue all the decrees you want, but no one will adhere to them."

My chest tightens. I study each man, one by one, yet they look at me as if they can see through me. Then I ask, "Are none of you still loyal to the king?"

They don't flinch.

I scoff and threaten, "When Ulrich finishes having his fun, I will remember each one of you. The choice you've made in this room determines your fate."

They maintain their robot-like faces.

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