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Tossing the phone onto my side table, I lay there, letting reality kick in. I had married a prince of a country that I couldn’t speak the language of or knew much about. And I did so on impulse after a few weeks of knowing him. Yes, I did it to get my fortune, but I also did it because I liked him. But how long was like going to carry us? What happened if all these feelings wore off? What if I went to his country and hated it? What if the people hated me?
Burying my head into my pillow, I tried to stop myself from thinking—again, it failed. How could I not think about the fact that I was about to become a royal?
Chapter 25
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Pillows covered the floor, and there was a spread of food that filled the table completely. There was champagne and chocolate. There was even a gift box on the pillow. When I looked back at him, he was holding a single yellow bell-shaped flower.
“The third national flower of Ersovia is called the golden Stella d’Oro Daylily,” he explained, tucking it behind my ear. “The scientific name is Hemerocallis, which comes from the Greek hemera, meaning ‘day,’ plus kallos, meaning ‘beauty’ and symbolizes the morning star—the sun. It is the symbol of new life, valor, and justice—the perfect flower for you, Odette of Sunrise.”
I reached up to take the flower, twirling it between my fingers, trying to take in the effect of everything all at once.
“You don’t play fair, Gale,” I whispered, unable to look at him.
“I thought everyone knew. You do not play fair in love and war. And before you ask, yes, we are at war,” he replied, lifting my chin, forcing me to see the grin on his seemingly perfect face. “I am currently winning, but this war—”
“Hey!” I poked at his side, and he poked back, but instead of my side, as I had done to him, he got my left breast. My eyes widened, and he did his best not to laugh. “You—”
“Wait!” He held out his hands. “Before we fight, we should look at all my hard work.”
“Your hard work, or did you make Iskandar and Wolfgang do everything?” I questioned, eyeing him carefully.
“I helped!” he exclaimed seriously.
“Sure, you did, Your Highness.” I bowed my head to him.
“It is true, Your Highness.” He curtsied to me, and when he saw the look on my face, he shrugged. “I thought we were switching roles this morning, seeing as you bowed when women are to curtsy.”
“First, I was more shocked that you did it so well. And secondly, do not call me Your Highness.”
“First, why are you shocked? I’ve seen people do it all my life. Secondly, that is who you are now,” he shot back, stretching out his hand.
I took it without argument as he led me to his morning breakfast.
“Where did you get all of these pillows from?” I asked when I sat down on one carefully.
