#*declan starter*

“My wants are unconventional.” Declan told the woman who’d been brought to his chambers; one of the queen’s ladies. “The queen is uncomfortable with the concept, but…” he paused, his eyes trailing over her. “I do not believe you have that problem.” He stepped closer, his fingers reaching out to tentatively trail down the gentle curve of her jawline. “Do you?” As king, he could simply command her to submit. He could command that she remove her clothes and surrender her body to his desires, but he didn’t want that. Not this evening. No, he wished to take her, secure in the knowledge that she craved the touch he could grant her. He knew rumours of his preferences were fluctuating the castle, as well as most of the kingdom no doubt, and he suspected it was part of what had drawn this little flower to him, her eyes wilfully and repeatedly seeking his from across various rooms for the past few weeks.

"You have ten minutes to put on something sexy and be ready to open the door. Twelve, if traffic is slow."

Declan pressed send without further thought, and slipped the phone back into the inside pocket of his tailor-made suit jacket. Then he offered a simple nod to his driver, who promptly steered the sleek, black Mercedes onto the road. He didn’t check to see if she replied, primarily because he fully expected her to do what he paid for; be at his beck and call. No questions asked. Complete devotion to him and him alone. Just the way he liked it. Exactly ten minutes and thirty-six seconds after sending the text, Declan was at her door, knuckle rapping gently against the wooden surface.