Royally Screwed

She shakes her head, her eyes adoring. “No.”

“Being a princess and a duchess?”

“Nope.”

“Then what?”

She reaches up, leaning closer.

“That I get to be your wife.”

Emotion hits me hard, making my heart feel too large for my chest. I stroke her cheek, because she’s so lovely—and because she’s mine.

Then I whisper, “Well, you’d better. We’re royalty. That means…we’re forever.”

The End