The prince came around to my side of the little table, offering his hand to me, palm up. I took a steadying breath as I rose, taking his hand. His other arm snaked around my waist, slowly reeling me in. I inhaled sharply. I wanted his mark, wanted the confirmation that he felt the same way I did, but it was all happening so quickly. It felt a little like a fever dream. Though I supposed it really all began ten years ago. Our happily-ever-after had been stolen and we were now about to reclaim it. “Nervous?” He grinned down at me as he placed my hand on his shoulder, then gently brushed my hair
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