This isn’t the way the hunting party was meant to go. The tension’s so thick that Jason could cut it with a knife. You’re in an arranged marriage with Dick–you have been since you were children. The wedding is next week, for God's sake. Has he gone mad?

He must have. This is undoubtably wrong, he shouldn’t be in the middle of the woods with you. Alone, no less. In this position. God, this is a scandal in the making. Knowing what the other members of your royal families would say if you were caught almost gives Jason pause.

Almost. But not quite.

“You’re holding it wrong,” Jason murmurs, gently adjusting your grip on the hunting rifle as he stands behind you, chest pressed against your back. You can feel his breath ghosting your cheek, his voice careful and controlled.

You and Dick aren’t in love, but he still feels guilty. Like he's stealing something from his brother with this torrid affair.