"Is it good Nonna?" Isaiah asked, catching her gaze where she was staring off into the distance while eating her buttered croissant.

"Oh, yes. It's quite delightful. I am thinking about what my photos are going to look like. They get such bad angles." She gestured to the paparazzi and news reporters that were being blocked off by soldiers and security guards.

"Tell me about it." Namiko shook her head, pushing her shades up on the bridge of her nose. "And they're always using stupid headlines. Last month the front cover of the paper was 'Queen Namiko's new hunky street thug will be the next King of San Senova'. Like—what? Just because of his tattoos."

"Well, in their defense, he is quite hunky dear." Nonna Mae shrugged, and Namiko playfully gasped in offense while Isaiah laughed.

"Nonna, for real yo. Be cool." She held her hand up, and Isaiah laughed harder at the way she code switched to her fake New York accent.

"Mommy." Naia balled her fist up at her while wrapping her arms around Nonna Mae, basically telling Namiko to back off.

"Wow. Is it jump Nami day today? I must've missed the announcement." She smiled at the two of them sitting across the table from her and Isaiah.

"You know she don't play 'bout her GG. Ion know why you tried it." Isaiah shrugged.

Isaiah, on the other hand, had gotten used to the paparazzi by now. They literally stood outside of the castle all 24 hours of every day, getting as close as possible which wasn't too close because of the soldiers. They recorded everything and were always taking pictures even if he was just smoking outside.

He already had tons of fans, too. A lot of women—and possibly some men as well—in the kingdom lusted over his 'mysterious' presence since he didn't speak at all when Namiko hosted gatherings or did interviews. They only ever saw him talking to Namiko, Naia, Mae or Mark.

There was plenty of coverage on him and Namiko's relationship, though. Investigative reporters and photographers had taken pictures of the two of them kissing, being hugged up, Isaiah groping her in inappropriate places, being out on dates—and much, much more. He didn't mind it though; not nearly as much as Namiko did.

She hated feeling like her privacy was being constantly invaded. Even though she'd gotten the same treatment since the day she was born, she still wasn't used to it. That's why she loved New York City as much as she did; they made her seem so regular there.

"You have to marry him Nami." Nonna Mae said to her as Isaiah carried her up the stairs that led to the castle because she didn't think it was a good idea to take the ramp since she forgot her mobility walker in the carriage.

"I'm planning on it baby, I swear." She chuckled, hoisting Naia up further on her back.

"I'm planning on it." Isaiah said quietly to Mae, making her smile. She loved her granddaughter's relationship. Isaiah was such a respectful man and took great care of them all. She was proud of Namiko for finding the piece of hay in a needle stack.

While Isaiah went to help Nonna lay down for her nap that would most certainly turn into her sleeping the rest of the day away, Namiko went to do the same with Naia. They'd had a pretty busy day today so they were all tired.

First, the chefs made them a wonderful breakfast as they did every morning. Next, they went into the village to do some shopping since Namiko was tired of ordering things online because shipping took so long to the point where she was looking to see if it was possible to build an Amazon warehouse in San Senova so that her items could reach her faster.

Anywho, after they spent about four hours shopping, the went to the nail salon to get mani-pedis and Namiko also got her tape ins touched up there. The last thing they did was stop and get lunch at a popular bakery before finally coming back home to the castle.

The day was definitely fun, but very tiring as well.

"What is it? What you frowning for?" Isaiah wrapped his arms around Namiko from behind as she stared down at her iPad with a small frown on her face—both of them naked and about to shower together.

"My mom emailed me. She wants me to come down and talk to her." Her fingers hovered over the keyboard while she searched her mind for a response.

"You going?"

"I don't know..is it bad that I miss her? I really wish our circumstances were different. Ugh. Why does she have to be the way she is?" She sighed, closing out the Mail app.

"Nothing wrong wit' a second chance if you really believe she capable of changing. You only get one mom. She ain't dead yet. She got time to make amends with you if you open to the idea of it."

"Will you go down there with me?" She asked, allowing his words to digest in her subconscious.

"Oh I was gon' do that anyway 'cause that's just how I am." He shrugged, and she laughed while pushing his head away from her.

Isaiah rubbed Namiko's foot that was in his lap, purposely resting right over his crotch area. She sat on the other side of the carriage because she knew before they got in that she wanted him to rub her feet since they ached from all the walking they did today.

She also knew that he would get hard from it because any time he touched her it resulted in a boner, which is why she had them in his lap. She could blow a kiss from a mile away and it would still turn him on. She loved that.

"Mama," he called, causing her to look up from her phone.

"I was thinkin' 'bout what Nonna said earlier.."

"What? She says a lot. That lady talks more than me and I already have a motor mouth." She said, earning a laugh from him at how serious she was.

"About getting married. Now, I know it's way too soon for it, but I was thinkin'—what if we went through court and legally became married? So that our baby wouldn't be born out of wedlock. Conceived, yes; but born? We'd be married by then. The kingdom wouldn't know the difference since they don't know our conception or marriage date. That way they wouldn't think about voting you out or nothin'."

"I thought you were about to say something crazy but that's actually not a bad idea. It's great, actually.. and we can talk to my publicist so that she could figure out how to hint towards us already being married. I'd have to talk to Mark but I think that's really smart—and a really sneaky way to tell me that you're thinking about proposing." She playfully bit the end of her finger, making him laugh again.

"Nah. I ain't gotta sneak shit. You lucky it's socially unacceptable to propose after one week of dating 'cause we would've been married." He shrugged again, and now it was her turn to laugh.

"We can meet with Mark when we make it back to the castle. He's so worried about me losing the throne, I'm sure he'd be thrilled to get started on your idea right away."

"I love how you talk. Who the fuck be saying thrilled?" He chuckled, and Namiko stale faced him for a second before they laughed together.

The carriage came to a stop at the detention center just as their laughter died down, and Isaiah stepped out first and then helped Namiko down. He fixed her dress that stopped near her mid thigh, clearly bothered by how short it was even though there was nobody around to see her.

"Yo' butt too big for shit like this Nami." He grabbed a handful of it while crucifying the dress at the same time.

"My butt is too big for anything. If it makes you happy though, I'll leave it at home next time." She pulled his face down for a quick kiss, and he rolled his eyes before following behind her.

He wished that was actually possible.

It was worse for him because not only did she have the body, she also had the prettiest face he'd ever seen. He was blessed to be able to call her his woman, of course, but boy did he hate the attention she got when they were out—here in San Senova and especially back in New York. He kind of loved it at the same time though.

His eyes lowered down to her butt again as he held the door open for her, and he brought his right hand back to make rough contact with both cheeks at the same time. She immediately hissed and grabbed the spot that he'd hit, but not quick enough because he was able to do it a second time.

"Isaiah!" She painfully whined at the stinging sensation that was left behind from his large hand.

"Aight I'm done. Chill. I couldn't help myself." He laughed while grabbing her arms to prevent her from swinging on him.

"That's ah' attitude I see?" He perked an eyebrow at the frown on her face, then smirked as it immediately disappeared into her resting expression.

"Nope. All good." She held both of her thumbs up, making him laugh yet again. She'd definitely learned her lesson.

"Thata' girl." He kissed her cheek and softly gripped her butt once more, just as the desk clerk approached them in the lobby area.

"Queen Namiko, Prince Consort Isaiah, a pleasure to grace your presence. I can escort you to Grand Duchess Kamila." The woman bowed in front of both of them, and Namiko thanked her before grabbing Isaiah's hand to pull him with her.

"This is deadass just a hotel. This ain't no damn jail." He spoke lowly to her since it was so quiet in the building.

"You said that last time we were here too." Namiko chuckled, though she definitely agreed.

She learned what prison was like in the United States through Isaiah and it was drastically different than it was here in San Senova.

Unliked the USA, San Senova actually focused on rehabilitation and it never took long since the crime rates were so low here that they couldn't even make statistics on it.

How was it possible to rehabilitate someone and help them become better by making them slave for a few cents an hour, forcing them to take five minute showers, making them live in unsuitable conditions, giving them terrible healthcare and limiting their ability to communicate with the outside world? That would just lead them further down the path of wrongdoing if you asked Namiko.

So, yes, in a way, the detention center in San Senova resembled a hotel. The 'inmates' were allowed to have free dress, they were assigned monitored tablets and cell phones, had unlimited visitation and free phone calls, could shower whenever they wanted and for however long they needed, they were able to request meals of their choice from a weekly menu, and were offered free therapy and church services.

Again, helping them become better was the goal.

San Senova became an independent kingdom 212 years ago and had never encountered a repeat offender since opening the detention center on the second anniversary of their Independence Day. Their system clearly worked well for them.

"Nami Lei.." Kamila stood from the table to approach her, and Namiko surprisingly didn't freeze up when she hugged her.

"I've missed you terribly." She quickly wiped away the tear that fell from her eye then gently pulled Namiko back by her shoulders to take a good look at her.

"Oh my god..you're spreading again. Are y—,"

"Yes. I'm ten weeks." Namiko flattened her dress against her belly to show off her extremely small but noticeable bump, seeing no reason to hide it.

"Jesus Namiko.." Kamila couldn't even find the right words to say. "Does Mark know?"

"Yes. If you aren't going to congratulate us then just don't say anything about it all, please." Namiko followed her to the table, and Isaiah pulled a chair out for her and then sat beside her.

"Sweetheart I—congratulations.. but do you not care about being the monarch anymore? Would you rather go to the States with—him?" She could hardly look in Isaiah's direction.

"I do care but if it came down to it, yes. I'd rather be with him. I think you and Mark worry too much. I received a lot of support and many gifts from the citizens when I made them aware of Naia. A few naysayers will not cause me to be kicked from the throne."

"It is possible, though. We just want to prevent that, that's all. You know we would never purposely harm you in any way, Nami."

"Except you did already, mom. And I came down here so that we could maybe work on moving past that but if you're going to suggest that I get rid of my second baby as well, I can just leave now." Namiko met her gaze, and Kamila was shocked at how stern it was.

"No..no. Don't go. I asked you to visit because I wanted to meet—him." She gestured to Isaiah who wasn't bothered in the slightest at how she refused to address him by his name even though he knew that she knew it.

"Oh, okay. Of course. This is Isaiah. Isaiah, you know my mom, Kamila." She introduced the two of them.

"Nice to meet you." Was all that he said. He didn't even crack a grin.

"Likewise. Do you plan on marrying my daughter?" She asked; ironically enough since they were just talking about it in the carriage.

"Yes." He answered blankly.

"It is against our constitution to marry or even to house felons in the castle. Are you aware of that?" She asked, and his eyes narrowed at her while his eyebrows furrowed to form a mug.

"His charges are juvenile misdemeanors mom. And that's none of your business anyway. I thought you were gonna be nice." Namiko dramatically sighed, clearly annoyed already.

"He has two mur—,"

"Yo, let's go mama. C'mon." He pulled Namiko up by her arm, and although she was confused by his sudden change in mood, she stood up with him anyway.

"He went to prison for murdering his own daughter and his mother, Nami." Kamila said just before they could walk out, and the way Isaiah practically lunged over the table to tackle her scared the shit out of both Kamila and Namiko.

"Hey! Hey, get off of him! Move, now!" Namiko yelled at the four soldiers who instantly jumped on top of him to get him up, and of course, they had no choice but to do as told by the Queen even though Isaiah was currently squeezing the life out of Kamila.

"Isaiah get the fuck off of her!" Namiko then pushed him back, standing over her mother so that he couldn't touch her.

"Say somethin' 'bout me again and I promise on my daughter grave I'ma kill you. I want you to say somethin' else." His eyes shot a dangerous glare at Kamila, unfazed by Namiko's attempts to push him towards the door since he was stronger than her.

"Isaiah! That's enough!" Namiko frowned at his words, grabbing his face to make him look at her so that he could see how serious she was.

"Yo I swear to god I'd kill her right here in front of you Namiko. She don't know shit about m—,"

"Stop saying that! Get out. Go wait outside, now!" She pointed out of the room with a disappointing look on her face, visibly hurt by his words.

Isaiah glanced between her and Kamila for a second or so before turning to leave and he punched the glass window on his way out of the door, shattering the entire four feet panel and the one next to it without even touching it. Namiko could see his chest heaving up and down with anger as he finally left out of the room, then the door at the end of the hallway slammed a few seconds later.

"You think you'd be safe with a man like him?! Look at what he did to me Namiko!" Kamila angrily gestured to her bleeding mouth where her top lip was now swelling.

"Don't try to flip this on me! You brought me here to tell me something that you knew would cause problems! I am so sick of you! There is nothing you could possibly say or do to make me leave him or make me do anything that you wish you could do! Stop trying to ruin my life!" Namiko screamed back at her, desperately trying to restrain herself from slapping her mother as well. She was so tired of this lady.

"I am the only person in charge here. I am the only one in control of Namiko now. Isaiah is my man and I'm not ever leaving him so just stop it! Like oh my goodness you are so FUCKING obsessed with me and my life mom! When will it end?!"

"I am trying to protect you, for Christ's Sake! This is the first time a man has shown you attention and that's why you're blind to what he's capable of! You shouldn't have someone like him around your child—your daughter, Namiko! I've spoken with Kenji and he says he willing to step up and be the father he was supposed to be—her actual biological father and not some random man from the streets!"

"You—what?" Namiko's voice calmed all the way down and her head tilted to the side.

"He reached out to me a few days ago. He says the child is his and he wants a DNA test. He deserves rightful custody and the title of Prince Consort if that's his child Namiko."

"Mom he—he raped me. I did not have my baby with him willingly. Do you know that? Did you even think to talk to me—your daughter—before speaking with him?" Tears welled up in her eyes at both the mention of his name and the thought of having her baby taken away from her again.

"No.. but we must follow the law Namiko."

"The law?! He raped me! I should have him in here with you for what he did! How would you feel if he took advantage of you? If he drugged you and had sex with you for hours while you were unable to do anything?!" Her screams were so loud that they echoed through the hallway.

"You need to lower your voice and be rational here Namiko. That is his chil—," she didn't get to finish before Namiko backhanded her on the same side of her face where her lip was swollen, causing the room to go silent.

"You are so fucking evil. I can't even look at you right now. How can you be so calm while your only child tells you that she was violated by someone she trusted? And you would rather him be around my baby than Isaiah? Are you kidding me?" She was clearly taken aback but didn't even react to her mother crying about being hit again.

"Take her to solitary. Strip her of every privilege. No more calls, no more visits. No emails. No TV. No music. No requests of any kind. She will stare at the walls for 24 hours a day. Do you understand me?" Namiko turned to look at the nearest soldier, and Kamila's eyes widened in shock.

Just when Namiko thought she'd be able to restore their relationship, Kamila went and did this.

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