The Prince’s Bride Part 2 (The Prince's Bride, #2)

by J.J. McAvoy

Ersovia was a nation of 38.6 million people. The capital was Erelis

Odette, because of you, I laugh, I smile, and I dare to dream of a future that is worthy of poets. The reasons that brought us together weren’t the best or the most romantic, but I am glad for them nevertheless, and I swear to you, from now until the day I die, your dreams are my dreams. Your joy is my joy. Your pain is my pain, and I will never betray you. You are now my body, my mind, my soul, and my heart. You are my sun, my moon, and all of my stars,” he repeated, gripping me tighter. “I told you I would send for you when things calmed down. But they never did, Odette. Every day, every hour, and every second, something was calling for the Adelaar’s attention, and I was the one everyone was looking at for answers. I followed your advice and took it one problem at a time. Why? Because I trusted you would keep your promise. Do you remember what that was?

“What if it’s just you?” “It’s not,”

“They will rip me apart, Gale. I am not a queen.” I bit back the tears in my eyes. “They will try, but I will not let them close enough to do so,” he replied, gently lifting my chin back up. “Because you are my queen,”

Odette. I will not let you burn to keep me warm, but I will burn everything else so you can stay. So stay.”

“Red roses for renowned beauty and grace, the white peony for prosperity and good fortune, the golden Stella de Oro daylily, which symbolizes the morning star—the sun—the symbol of new life, valor, and justice,” I said. Still, the last one he never gave to me. “A black tulip?”

I am—” “In love.”

“And I love you, Odette.”

“I love you, Gale. I love you deeply.”

“Black Billionaire Heiress to Become Queen! Her name is Odette. She is a Grammy-nominated, Ivy League educated, beautiful young woman

“I love you,” he whispered when we broke apart, but I could feel his breath on my lips. “I love you too...baby.” The moment I said it, I cringed and tried to hide my face in his neck as he broke out into a booming laugh. “Shut up! I’m never saying that again.” “Why? I like it!”

“The secret is to lean on your strengths when you can and others when you cannot. Or at least, that has worked for me.”

He was no longer playing the role of the future king. He was being the king.

“There are decades where nothing happens, and there are weeks where decades happen.”

Like always, she was a vision of visions, the most beautiful of the most beautiful as her brown eyes stared into mine, and I could not move.

“Welcome home, bevilën.”

“Do you love and trust me?” “Yes.” “Are you here to stay with me forever?” “Yes.”

“And with this crown, I, King Galahad, of free and sound mind, under God and before all of creation, declare you my queen. Arise, and come forward, Queen Odette of Ersovia.”

“God save King Galahad!” “Long live Queen Odette!” “Blessed be their reign forever!”