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“You two appear to be enjoying yourselves,” my father says once he’s in front of us.
“We certainly are, Your Majesty. Thank you so much for everything.” Ellie does a graceful curtsy, and I’m glad she’s not holding her drink. I give a small bow.
“Anything for my daughter-in-law. You know, if you two wanted to do a little disappearing act, I’d be happy to cover for you,” he says, shooting me a wink.
I glance at Ellie, who’s beaming at my father.
“I think we’d both appreciate that,” I say, looking back at him. He smiles before walking away.
The best part about this whole thing taking place in my backyard? Leaving quickly will be almost too easy. As long as we don’t get caught in the act.
“What do you say?” I ask, nodding toward my house.
She smiles. “Let’s do it.”
“Okay, we’ll have to be quick. If one of my brothers sees us, they’ll probably try to flag us down.”
She nods and slips her hand in mine, squeezing tightly. We begin walking briskly, keeping our gaze on the door ahead of us. Thankfully, we reach it before anyone can stop us.
I open the door for us, and we walk through, coming face to face with one of my guards.
“Prince Vanecourt, are you retiring for the night?”
“Yes, I am.”
“The King wanted me to let you know that he arranged for the staff to prepare the room for you, specially.”
“He came into my house? I swear…”
“It’s hard to say no to the King when he asks.”
We follow the guard up the stairs, and I help Ellie with the heavy train of her dress. I reach for the doorknob, pushing the door open.
The staff member deposits the bottle of champagne, glasses, and chocolate-covered strawberries in his arms, nods politely, and congratulates us before walking away.
Inside, the room is filled with rose petals everywhere – on the floor, on the bed, on nearly every surface. There are candles, and my sheets are now replaced with silk ones.
“He’s really outdone himself. I wasn’t expecting this at all.”
“We don’t have to stay in here together if you don’t want,” she says, her voice getting soft.
I turn to her, noting how she bites her lip anxiously.
“Nonsense. I’d love to spend the night in here with you. Unless you don’t want to, of course.”
“No, I do! It’d be a shame to waste all of this.”
“I agree. Especially this champagne. Would you like a glass?”
“I’d love one. I didn’t really get to finish my cocktail before your father approached us.”
I pour her a glass and hand it to her. Her eyes are bright, almost gold right now. She takes a sip before setting it down and crossing the room.
“Oh my goodness, it’s a record player!”
“You like record players?”
“I love them! And look, there’s already a record set up!”
