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"No one pays attention to parliament. The point is, if you no longer wish to be the crown prince, you may give it up."
"Why would you do this?"
She walks around the desk to kneel beside my chair and lays a hand on my arm. "I did this because I love you, Ben. I want my son to be happy, but I've spent so long trying to mold you into the perfect prince that I forgot to take care ofyou. Spending time with you and Sam in New Hampshire helped me remember what I used to be like before I let the royal lifestyle consume me. Please forgive me for pushing all those horrible women at you. I thought I was doing the right thing, but now I realize I was doing the opposite."
"There's nothing to apologize for. You thought it was the right thing."
"But I was terribly wrong, about everything. I know your true home is in England. You have a job and friends there."
"My true home will always be Mithoria. But yeah, I love my life in England."
"Then you can give up being the crown prince. Say the word, and your father and I will handle everything. Your trust fund has already been reopened, for you to use as often as you like."
I can't speak or move, my gaze glued to my mother. She just told me I can have the life I want, but suddenly, I feel odd about not being the crown prince anymore. I'll still be a member of the royal family, though. I need to know how Sam feels about this first. So I turn toward her. "Would you want to live with me in England? I know your family is in America—"
Mum speaks before Sam has a chance. "You two may borrow the royal jet whenever you like. We can send it to pick up your family too, Sam, so they can visit you in England."
I glance at Mum, then aim my gaze once again at the woman I love.
"Yes," Sam says. "I would love to live with you anywhere. England sounds awesome."
And that's how my life changed forever. The transformation began on the night when Sam rescued me from a blizzard, but I would still be the crown prince if my mother hadn't done something that used to be unthinkable. She set me free. I don't think I can ever properly thank my parents and my sister for giving me the freedom I've wanted for so long.
Mum says all the thanks she needs are grandchildren.
Sam and I agree we can definitely fulfill that request. And yeah, we start working on it that very night—my last night as the crown prince of Mithoria. In the morning, we leave for England.
But the adventure isn't over quite yet.
Cockshire, England
Three Months Later
I'm relaxing on a lawn chaise this afternoon, enjoying a beautiful summer's day in the village that has become my home and Sam's. She relaxes on a chaise too, but she's wearing only a bikini top and very short shorts while I have on normal shorts and a T-shirt. I can't resist raking my gaze over her entire body, which I've done several times in the last few minutes, ever since we sat down here.
This is our backyard. Behind our house. We've been married for exactly two weeks, three days, one hour, and forty-six minutes. Yeah, I just checked my watch to be sure. My beautiful, sexy, clever, wonderful wife lies two feet away from me with a contented smile curving her lips.
Eighties pop music plays through the speakers Nick Hunter had set up on the patio, though Reese Dixon chose the genre we would all be subjected to this afternoon. His wife, Arden, is obsessed with those cheesy songs from the eighties, and we all decided to let her have at it. Arden is currently dancing with Reese to a song I don't remember the name of, but it's actually quite a fun one that makes me want to get up and dance. I used to hate doing that, but something about marrying my dream girl has loosened me up. Not that I was uptight before. Sam says I've gotten "even better and hotter in every way."
Well, I can live with that description.
My clients at the spa are happy I'm home again. Nick even threw a "welcome back to Nirvana" party for me on my first day back at work, which was three days after Sam and I left Mithoria. She still does her virtual assistant thing, but now she works from the house we bought in Cockshire a week after my return. Both our families flew to England on the royal jet for our wedding, though they had already visited us twice on weekend excursions before that. Mum has developed motherly crushes on all my mates, but none of them seem to mind. Neither do the women in their lives.
Sam stretches her entire body and sighs with deep satisfaction. "This is a great party. But who's that guy over there? I don't recognize him. He must not have been at the wedding."
"Oh, he was. But you were overwhelmed by all the Mithorians in attendance, and I didn't get a chance to introduce you to him. Besides, he slipped away with a lady friend halfway through the reception."
My wife sits up and swings her feet off the chaise. "Introduce me now. I'm dying to meet the mystery man."
"All right. But there's no mystery."
"For me, there is."
I get up and take my wife's hand, leading her toward the one man she hasn't met yet. He's just finished chatting to Siobhan Hunter, Nick's wife, and she flashes us a smile as she heads off to find her husband.
"There you are, mate," I say as we approach the bloke in question. "My wife wants to meet you. She thinks you're mysterious, but the rest of us know you're just a chancer with an oversize libido."
I only say things like that because he knows I'm joking. Well, mostly joking. There is some truth to what I said.
