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it would’ve been nice to have eye candy without wanting to drop-kick him into the next century. Men. They always ruined it by opening their mouths.
“Say, ‘I’m sorry for being a limp-dicked idiot who doesn’t know how to respect women.’”
“You don’t need a crown to be queen, Princess.”
Even when you’re not there, you’re everywhere. In my head, in my lungs, in my fucking soul.
“Trust me, Princess. I would rather end my own life than ask you to do anything that might hurt you.”
She wasn’t mine to take, but I was taking her anyway. Her laughs, her fears, her joy, and her pain. Every inch of her body and beat of her heart. All mine.
“You asked me if I’d ever been in love. I said no.” He pressed a soft kiss to my mouth. “Ask me again, Princess.”
“If we do it, we do it together. You and me against the world, Princess.”
She completed her oath, and a collective hush fell over the cathedral when the archbishop lifted the crown from Edvard’s head and placed it on hers. “Her Majesty Queen Bridget of Eldorra,” the archbishop declared. “Long may she reign!”
