Page 52 of Forgotten Prince


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I don’t know what to say to this, so I simply shake my head.

“You are to give away the bride, of course!”

I am so confused. “And who is the bride?”

He clucks disapprovingly. “Obviously several people involved in locating you have dropped the ball. Sigurd is to marry Miss Anastasia at noon tomorrow. I believe you know her?”

A moment passes where I think I might black out at the pure, wild coincidence.

My housemate. Marrying a royal. And the guard tracked me down not because they discovered the identity of the man who rescued the princess.

But because Anastasia—Stasi—needed someone to give her away.

“Sir?” Rolf asks, concern in his voice.

I’m suddenly not hungry as I collapse on the sofa.

“I need to sit down.”

“So let me get this straight.”

Wrapped up in a lush bathrobe, Jo’s legs are curled under her as she sits next to me on the bed, resting her back against the ornate tufted headboard.

I’ve just explained to her what I found out.

“So we didn’t get picked up by the palace guard because they thought you stole some jewelry?”

“Nope.”

“They tracked you down because of your friend Stasi?”

“Who needs me to walk her down the aisle.”

Jo gapes at me. “This is wild.”

“Yep.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I suppose I’ll have to brazen through the wedding and hope no one recognizes me.”

Jo clicks her tongue. “Would it be the end of the world if someone figured you out?”

“I’d prefer they didn’t.”

She waits, and I know she’s choosing her words carefully.

“You saved her life. You should be rewarded, not chased down because of some stupid piece of jewelry.”

Another knocks sounds at the door, this time louder.

“Jakob! It’s Stasi! Are you decent?”

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Jo

This woman is going to wake the entire house.

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