The Prince's Bride (Part 1) - J.J. McAvoy Page 0,96
eyes off her ever since she overtook me. Each time she laughed or smiled or giggled, my heart swelled a bit more with pride. I hadn’t slept. The moment I had remembered it was her birthday, I had run out of the room like a madman and forced Iskandar, Wolfgang, and her mother up just to plan something, which was completely limited by the fact that I wasn’t allowed to be seen anywhere. We’d all but been trapped inside for most of my time here, and although I did enjoy those moments, I also wanted to do something—something more than a restaurant. Something more than any other guy would normally do for her. I wanted her day to be amazing.
“Gale?”
“Hmm...I mean, yes?”
“You’re staring,” she said as she and the horse now walked side by side with me and mine.
“You’re worthy of staring at.”
“Oh, the lines are back.”
Normally, they were lines, but with Odette, they were feeling more and more like reality. I wanted to know more about her, everything about her—everything.
“What happened to your horse Maple?”
“I sold him.”
“Why?”
She shrugged. “I was immature? My dad grew busy with work, and I got upset at never seeing him or Maple because I only ever went with my dad. So, I called my dad and told him I was going to sell Maple. What I really meant was, ‘Dad, you aren’t spending time with me, and I’m upset.’”
“You wanted him to tell you not to sell him.”
She nodded. “He said to make sure I got a good price for him.”
“Ouch.”
“And I did, still thinking he’d regret it or call to change his mind. I was waiting for that point in the movies where there is an epiphany, and they fix the issue.”
“And it never came.”
“Nope.” She exhaled slowly and smiled a little. “What happened to Ass?”
I chuckled. “I went riding one day, and there was an accident. Both he and I fell and broke our leg.”
She gasped.
“Is that intake for me or Ass?”
“Ass! I know you made it out all right.”
“Excuse you. I was very seriously injured. The doctors were called, my mother wept...it was a lot.”
She rolled her eyes. “Yes, yes, poor little prince. The horse, Gale?”
I pouted, but it did not last as I answered, “Ass made a full recovery and now lives peacefully in a horse sanctuary, being hand-fed apples and oats by people like you.”
“At least he got a happy ending and is no longer being used by a prince to anger his parents,” she said.
“Ass loved me—oh, very odd sentence,” I replied.
“You...wow.” She gasped. Her gaze moved away from me and onto the private dark and sandy beach up ahead of us. The water was a deep, stormy blue, and it rolled in gently with the breeze. In the distance were mountains that reminded me of Ersovia. “This is beautiful. How did you know of this place?”
The internet. “Don’t spoil the magic,” I replied, hopping off my horse and helping her down from hers. “Especially when it’s not finished yet.”
“What do you mean?”
I grinned, taking her hand into mine and leading her onto the beach.
“Gale, the horses!”
“Don’t worry about it. They will be here when we come back.”
“Back? Back from where?”
“There.” I pointed to the white sailing boat by a large thick tree.
“You know how to sail?” she asked skeptically.
“What can I say? I am a prince of many traits,” I replied, spinning her into my arms. “Come, brunch is on board!”
“Gale, you didn’t have to do all of this!”
“No. But I wanted to.” I really wanted to.
He did know how to sail, and he looked completely magnificent as he did so—the wind blowing through his hair as he stood with his jacket off and sleeves rolled up, holding on to the wheel as if he were the king of the sea. He would let me touch nothing. I was seated like a queen behind him, stuffing my face with bagels, fruits, and juice as he took me away. It was so surreal and perfect that I needed a picture.
Taking my phone, I sat up a bit straighter, leaning forward to where he was.
“Make sure to get my good side!” he called out, catching me.
“And which is that?”
“Good question,” he said in a serious tone, glancing back at me. “I am perfect, so I guess every side is good.”
“Way to be humble.” I groaned, tossing down my phone.
He laughed, leaving the wheel. Coming back over to me, he lifted my phone up before sitting down.