Page 112 of The Royal Throne

“You want to be my husband?” she asked, dumbfounded by this turn of events.

“More than anything. I want to marry you. I want to be your husband. I want a life with you. Say you’ll marry me.” His eyes sparkled with amusement.

She pulled back, searching his face. “I thought you left me,” she whispered. “That night, at the army camp…”

“I left with my men,” he said. “I knew you could take care of yourself. That you didn’t need me to save you.”

“I thought you didn’t care about me.”

“You have to know,” he whispered. “You have to know how much I love you.”

She threw her arms around his neck, yanking him to her. “I love you, too.”

He chuckled, the sound light and happy. “That’s good to hear. Because I have no intention of letting you go.”

His lips came down, gently kissing hers.

They were in public, kissing. And it was okay. She wasn’t married. She was just Sabine, the princess of Bakley. And she could do as she pleased with whomever she pleased. It just so happened she loved Evander.

And planned on spending the rest of her life with him.

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The End