A Christmas Vow Of Seduction. Maisey Yates

given his younger brother a woman as a gift.

      Andres pushed open the door to the office without knocking, and as he had guessed, Kairos was indeed sitting there laboring over work.

      “Perhaps you would like to explain the woman in my bed?”

      Kairos didn’t look up. “Andres, if I were tasked with explaining every woman in your bed, I would never get anything else done.”

      “You know what I mean. There is a creature upstairs in my chamber.”

      Kairos looked up. “Oh, yes, Zara.”

      “Yes. A princess of some kind? She claims she’s a prisoner.”

      “It’s a bit more complicated than that,” Kairos said.

      “Enlighten me.”

      His brother actually smiled, the expression nearly knocking Andres to the floor. A smile on Kairos’s face was a rare sight. “She was given to me by dignitaries from Tirimia.”

      “That much I gathered.”

      “As you know, I’m trying to reestablish trade with them. They are our closest neighbor, and being at odds with them is pointless. More than that, it can be dangerous and costly.” Kairos’s expression turned serious again. “Our father didn’t see the point in mending bridges between the two nations. Here I sit, trying to restore Petras to its former glory, and this is one way I can accomplish that.”

      “By accepting a woman as a gift like she was an expensive watch?”

      “Yes, Merry Christmas a few weeks early.”

      “Did you want me to keep her in my pocket and ask her the time?” Andres asked through clenched teeth.

      “Don’t be ridiculous. You’re going to marry her.”

      Anger settled like lead in Andres’s stomach. “Oh, I see. This is your belated revenge?”

      “Again, don’t be ridiculous. I’ve got a country to run. I hardly have time to seek revenge to the detriment of the people. Now, make no mistake, I may enjoy your discomfort a bit, but it is no less necessary that you make this union a reality.”

      “You have no reason to hold on to your anger where I’m concerned. You’re better off with Tabitha than you were with Francesca anyway.”

      “That,” Kairos said, “is debatable.”

      Andres had never been under the illusion that his brother and his wife were head over heels in love, particularly not given the circumstances surrounding the marriage. But this was the first time he had ever heard Kairos speak negatively about the state of things.

      The fact that Tabitha, once his brother’s PA, had turned out to be such a suitable queen was one reason Andres had been able to absolve himself of his indiscretion with Kairos’s first fiancée five years ago in a Monte Carlo hotel suite.

      He’d been so drunk that he hadn’t remembered what had transpired between himself and Francesca. But there were numerous photos, and some very explicit video footage plastered all over the internet the following day that had left things in a very unambiguous light. Kairos had been forced to call off his marriage, disgraced and humiliated by his fiancée, and his own brother. Kairos hadn’t loved Francesca, that much was clear, and his ire hadn’t been born out of a broken heart, but out of the sting of public humiliation.

      Shortly after, Kairos had announced his engagement to Tabitha, and the royal wedding had taken place as planned, on schedule, with a different bride. Everything neatly swept under the rug, as though it had never happened. Which made it easy for Andres himself to forget the part he had played in the way the dice had fallen.

      But if things with Tabitha weren’t all that they appeared...

      “And what does that have to do with me?” Andres asked.

      “I need you married. I need you to help with the relations between Tirimia and Petras. Princess Zara solves both of those issues. You need to grow up and start behaving yourself. I was lenient with you even after the stunt you pulled with my fiancée. I have been very patient until now. While you have continued to whore your way through Europe and the States, I took over the responsibility of running the country.”

      “So you’re saddling me with a woman who seems to be here against her will?”

      “You knew you would have to marry someday. This is no surprise to you.”

      “I figured I might have some involvement in the selection of my bride.”

      Kairos pounded his hand down hard on the desk. “Men like us never do. You have lived a life sheltered from the responsibility that faces us. I have not had that luxury. I know the reality of it. You marry appropriately. You do not marry for love. Yes, I suppose I should be thankful you spared me the scandal of having to divorce Francesca. But I selected Tabitha in haste and...it is entirely possible we are facing a larger problem than an issue of marital happiness.”

      “Are you unhappy?”

      “I never expected to be happy. Neither do I require happiness.” Kairos rubbed his temples. “What I require is an heir. It may have escaped your notice that I don’t seem to possess one.”

      “I assumed you were trying for one.”

      Kairos curled his fingers into a fist. “We have never used birth control. Five years, and we have never tried to prevent pregnancy. Possibly more information than you would like, but now you know where things stand.”

      “What is it you are leading up to here, Kairos? I’ve never been accused of being the smart one. You have to spell things out.”

      “You may very well be responsible for producing the next in line to the throne. That means you need to marry. You need to marry royalty. Princess Zara is, in fact, royalty.”

      “You expect me to exit bachelorhood and start producing babies on such short notice?”

      Kairos waved a hand. “Don’t be so dramatic about it. Just because you marry doesn’t mean you have to change your behavior entirely. Certainly you will have to be more discreet.”

      His brother suggesting something as shocking as carrying on extramarital affairs was surprising, and was almost as shocking as the fact that Kairos was essentially marrying him off. “Are you unfaithful to your wife?”

      A muscle in Kairos’s jaw jumped. “No. I’m simply telling you that things don’t have to change all that much. Obviously your marriage will be one of convenience, and as long as you treat her with respect, I don’t see why you should have to pledge your fidelity to her.”

      “I have no practice with fidelity. I would hardly stake my life on it.”

      “You knew the day would come when you would have to take some responsibility for the nation. That day is now. It’s this. Father may have expected you to amount to nothing, but I certainly expect you to carry your weight.”

      “I had no idea that as the spare, I was required to carry any weight unless you died.”

      “Unhappily for you, that is not the case. I need you for political reasons, and practical reasons.”

      Andres looked down at his brother’s dark, furious eyes. “If things are so terrible with Tabitha, why don’t you divorce her and find a woman who can give you the children you need?”

      Kairos laughed, a hollow, bitter sound. “There are certainly some things you will have to learn if you’re to be a husband. I can no more cast off my wife because she can’t produce children than give a speech in front of foreign dignitaries without clothes on. I would be crucified by the press. I made vows to her, and I intend to keep them.” He didn’t sound happy about it, and certainly his devotion to her had nothing to do with love. That much was clear. “It’s time to atone for your sins, little brother.”

      Andres was usually quite content