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He stands and crosses to me. He cups my cheek. “No. You’re always a princess. Everywhere. And you’re my wife, everywhere. That means, you answer to no one.”
I grin up at him. “Hmmm…so later when you tell me to kneel…”
“Except me,” he says on a growl, lowering his head. “In this bedroom. Or any bedroom,” he amends.
I kiss him back, very comfortable with that rule.
Finally, we’re making our way back down the hallway. Torin is wearing a button-down shirt, the top two buttons undone, no tie. He also has the sleeves rolled up on his forearms, a look I very much enjoy. He's wearing casual blue slacks and his dress shoes.
He looks polished, sophisticated, CEO-at-the-end-of-the-day, without looking too uptight or formal.
We go back down to the second level.
"Our offices are here on the second floor," Torin tells me. "The first floor is for entertaining, tours, public meetings, that kind of thing. The second floor is all of our offices, staff offices, conference rooms, etcetera. Third and fourth floor are personal quarters for the family and guestrooms."
I nod. "Are there staff that lives in the castle?"
"Only a few. My grandmother’s personal assistant, who has been with her for forty years, lives here. Samuel and Emil, our butlers too. Jonah has rooms here. Other security staff members do too, though Jonah’s are on the family’s floor.”
I love the way he smiles when he talks about Jonah. It’s clear he loves the other man like a brother.
“Staff quarters are on the east side of the castle other than Jonah’s. But most of the staff live in town and commute back and forth just like anyone would to their workplace."
We stop in front of two huge wooden doors with gold handles. An older man with completely white hair, wearing a perfectly pressed dark blue suit is standing outside waiting for us.
"Emil, this is Princess Abigail. Abigail, this is my grandfather's personal assistant and butler, Emil."
Emil also gives me one of those bows. "Princess, welcome to Cara."
"Thank you. It's nice to meet you."
"Is he ready?" Torin asks.
"Quite," Emil says.
I feel Torin tense next to me. "Then let's get this over with."
The doors open, Torin's hand goes to my lower back, and I step into the office of King Diarmuid of Cara.
Chapter 27
Torin
Abigail actually doesn’t seem nervous. She didn’t puke before coming down here to meet my grandfather at least.
I want that to be a good sign. I don't want her to be nervous.
On the other hand, I'm afraid maybe she has a bit of a false sense of security.
Yes, she's now a princess.
Damn. Every time I think that or say it, a rush of possessiveness and desire goes through me. She's the Princess. She's my princess. Because she's my wife.
I fucking love that.
And yes, of course, with that comes some power, influence.
But King Diarmuid could still make her fairly miserable.
