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Just as well; I don’t want him to see my tears.
“I do care about you.”
“I feel it. I feel it in everything you do and say. Everything about you makes me want a better life. Pain, anger, grief, love—it’s all worth it. You’re worth it to me, Kala.”
I lean into his beautiful words of praise as our bodies move in sync.
I feel like I’ve been hollowed out in the best possible way and refilled with…well, what else can it be?
Love.
I love him.
When he and I left the island together, I felt like I finally had a companion.
Tonight, I have a husband. A real one.
33
Etienne
We wake to the sound of knocking on the door of Windewall Cottage.
“What the hell…?” I roll over onto my back and rub the pads of my thumbs into the corners of my eyes. Kala moans and burrows in next to me. Ignoring the continued knocking, I smile.
That’s right. I’m still married, and I’m staying married. I’m in bed with my wife, and no one can take her away from me.
“Your Highness? It is urgent!”
The voice is a familiar one.
I groan. “Rolf.”
Kala gasps. “Oh! I’ll get up and make some coffee.”
She throws the blankets off her legs, but that’s as far as she gets to making coffee for the king’s helper. I hook my arm around her waist.
“Etienne!”
“He doesn’t need coffee; he needs a new job.”
“That may be true, but our personal feelings about the king don’t supersede hospitality,” she says.
How does she know how to always say the most perfect thing? I roll over on top of her and cage her in, briefly, for a fierce kiss.
She receives it, letting me take my time coaxing her mouth open, licking into her until she sighs. I can feel her legs rub up against mine. Her hands travel up my back, warm and eager. I am hard, naked, and ready.
“Your Highness!”
The voice is louder and closer now, accompanied by a frantic tapping at the bedroom window.
“Oh my gods!” Kala gasps.
I am on my feet, ready to blast someone into next week. Rolf is fortunate the blinds are down and he can’t see my wife. Me, I don’t care who peeps at me.
“Stay here,” I snarl to my wife as I throw on some flannel bottoms and pad to the back door. Outside, still tapping on the window, is my father’s cousin and chief of the palace staff, Rolf.
“What the fuck do you think you are doing?” I bellow.
