“See you guys at the wedding,” I called, starting to descend the steps that led up to the dais we were on and waving at Orlando and King Ludlum as I went.
“My sweet,” Tor called, I kept walking but looked at him, raising my brows. He pressed his lips together but his eyes lit with humor. Then he reminded me, “Cora, my love, you’re leaving the presence of your king and two of your princes.”
I stopped, whirled to face them and cried, “Oh shit! Right.” Then I dropped into a low curtsy to my king and two of my princes.
“Rise, my dear,” King Ludlum commanded, his voice shaking with laughter and I rose. “How about we leave such formalities for formal proceedings,” he suggested then he smiled at me. “We will just be… us when it’s family.”
When it was family. That felt nice.
“That’s cool with me,” I told him on a grin and heard Orlando stifle another chuckle.
The king and his handsome son didn’t stifle theirs.
“Later,” I called, turned and hurried through the throne room.
“Until then, my dear,” I heard the king say to my back.
“Erm… later, Cora,” I heard Orlando say.
Tor didn’t reply but at the door, I turned and saw him huddled with his family. He must have felt my gaze for he looked my way, I caught his eyes and blew him a kiss.
Then I rushed through the door and then through the castle to go help my sister prepare for her wedding.
* * *
“My prince,” I gasped.
“Eyes,” Tor growled and I tipped my head down to look at him, our gazes locked then my body fell forward, my hand landing in the bed by his shoulder as I came.
I was still coming when he flipped me to my back and continued to drive into me, his lips so close to mine, their touch was a whisper and I felt his groan against them when he cl**axed.
I rounded his body with all my limbs and the fingers of one hand slid into his hair. His face went into my neck and I felt him kiss me there.
I loved his soft bed. I loved his lush sheets. I loved the room filled with candlelight. I loved the gentle breeze drifting in through the doors opened to an emerald sea. I loved the weight of him on me. I loved the feel of him inside me. I loved his scent in my nostrils. I loved the thickness of his hair.
I loved everything that had anything to do with my fairytale prince.
Therefore, I turned my head and whispered in his ear, “I love you, honey.”
He lifted his head and looked down at me through the flickering candlelight, his eyes tender, his face soft.
“And I you, my sweet,” he replied quietly.
I bent my neck until my forehead was against his and I smiled.
Then I dropped my head to the bed and noted, “We had a lovely day.”
“Indeed,” he agreed.
“It’s just you and me now,” I told him.
“For a time,” he replied, his body shifting, his hand sliding so it was resting on my belly that now had the barest hint of a hard, beloved bump, “then it will be you and me and our son.”
“Or daughter.”
Without hesitation and without indication of a shred of preference, he repeated, “Or daughter.”
I grinned at him. “It’s good being a princess.”