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down. Narrowing and focusing. Becoming filled with Eddie, only Eddie, just as completely as his heart was. Leo shifted his hips, aligning their cocks, and thrust against him. “Come now, love.”

Eddie gasped, digging his fingers into Leo’s flexing ass, and did it, emptying himself between their bodies as Leo groaned and lost his rhythm, his hips jerking against Eddie again and again, fucking against Eddie’s pulsing cock until his own release hit.

“Eddie,” he whispered, rocking slowly through their joint slick once his vision cleared. “Darling.” He pushed Eddie’s hair back from his forehead and leaned down for a chaste kiss that was more a smile than anything else. “Good morning, love.”

Eddie sighed happily, wrapping himself tightly around Leo as if he hadn’t noticed the mess between them at all. “Good morning,” he said happily. “Is this going to become a regular thing?”

“Yes,” Leo promised. Not the morning sex, though. Well, not just that. But making Eddie happy? Yes, that was going to become a regular thing… actually, as far as Leo’s heart was concerned, after his duty to the crown, it was going to become the only thing.

Which, when it came down to it, wasn’t just the happiest ever after Leo could imagine, but the only one he’d ever need.

Epilogue

Edvin, one year later

“I think it’s time, Eddie,” Oliver said, throwing an arm around Edvin’s shoulders and grinning at their reflections in the full-length mirror. “Ready to go marry your prince?”

Edvin’s stomach fluttered, but he honestly couldn’t tell if it was from nerves or excitement. Still, there was only one possible answer to that question, because Edvin’s heart had been ready from the moment Leo had first smiled at him… a smile that had made his prince’s eyes sparkle as if they’d held a secret for Edvin alone.

“Brown really is my favorite color,” Edvin whispered, his own eyes inexplicably welling up with tears, because… because he knew what that secret was now. The fairy tale it had felt like he’d fallen into that day? It was real. Edvin was living it every day. And as soon as he stepped into the palace chapel, he’d be walking straight into his very own happily ever after.

“Ew, brown, Eddie?” Tilde asked as he dashed the moisture off his cheeks, swooshing her floofy skirts around as she looked over at him with a crinkled nose. “You’re so weird.”

Edvin giggled. Okay. That helped. It couldn’t be a fairy tale if his siblings still teased him, right?

He swiped the last of the moisture off his cheeks. “I… I just meant yes,” he said, straightening his shoulders. “I-I-I-I’m ready.”

And okay, those flutters were definitely excitement, right?

Right.

“Is it… is it really time, Gerard?” he asked, suddenly having trouble catching his breath as he turned toward the young valet, the fluttery feeling in his stomach intensifying to the point that he felt kind of giddy… or possibly nauseous?

No. Bad stomach. Settle down. This was a happy occasion, and he’d just decided that the flutters were a good thing, now hadn’t he? Because Edvin’s nerves were most definitely not invited to this party.

Gerard Falk glanced down at his watch discreetly. “I believe it is, sir,” he said, grinning for a second. Then the training from Hugo, his grandfather, obviously kicked in, because he quickly schooled his face and folded his hands behind his back, clearing his throat. “And if I may say so, you look splendid, Your Imminently Almost-Royal Highness.”

Linnea, Oliver, and Tilde all snickered, but Astrid crossed her arms over her chest, narrowing her eyes at him.

“That title is not proper protocol, Falk,” Astrid said before Edvin could thank him. “You need to address Eddie as ‘Master Blom’ until after the ceremony. Until then, he doesn’t even have an official royal title.”

“Hence my use of ‘imminent,’ Your Mistressship,” Gerard replied promptly… almost, but not quite, managing to mask his glee when steam started figuratively coming out of Astrid’s ears.

His siblings had all settled happily into palace life, and yet, miraculously—as far as Edvin could tell, at least—managed not to let it spoil them despite Leo’s tendency to say yes to anything and everything they wanted (something that Edvin had had to put his foot down about more than once, for the record). Oliver had gravitated toward the palace kitchens and was talking about studying abroad to become a chef; Linnea was officially doing an internship with Mabel, Head of Roses for the palace gardens; Tilde would be starting university in the fall; and Astrid… well, Astrid was sixteen. She’d already