Felix and the Prince (Forever Wilde, #2)

by Lucy Lennox

But most of all, when I limped out of bed the next morning, I heard the quiet echo of his last words mumbled into my hair in the middle of the night. I’m not sure I can live without you.

His own dark blue eyes bore into me. “I love you,” he said. “Of all the vows I spoke during my coronation mass and all the promises I made to the people of Liorland in my speech, do not doubt that those three words I say to you now are the most important ones I said today. Do you understand?”

I locked eyes with him and slowly, deliberately, knelt at his feet. Felix’s face softened and he brought his hand up to cup my cheek. “My king,” he whispered. I closed my eyes, leaning into his warm touch. “And you’re mine.”