“Would you consider actually marrying me?”
She looks up at him, obviously surprised and a little suspicious. “Really?”
He presses a kiss to her hair. “If you did, I would be willing to make the ultimate sacrifice to prove the sincerity of my feelings.”
“What’s that?” she asks, peering up at him.
“Become a king of some place instead of running away from all royal responsibility.”
She laughs. “You wouldn’t rather sit by my throne on a leash?”
“That does seem easier,” he admits. “I would make an excellent consort.”
“Then I’ll have to marry you, Prince Oak of the Greenbriar line,” Wren says, with a sharp-toothed smile. “Just to make you suffer.”
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Holly Black,
The Prisoner’s Throne
