Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
We both laugh and kiss as we dress, neither of us wanting to leave this room. But I know that what waits outside will be the beginning of our happily ever after, and I’m in a hurry to start that.
I take her hand and kiss it before leading her out of the room. “You’ve made me a happy man,” I tell her, running a finger down her cheek.
“This is the most magical night of my life,” she says, rising on her tiptoes to kiss me.
I smile and lean down the rest of the way, giving her what she wants. Then I open the door, and we walk out, heading towards the crowd.
Chapter 5
Giselle
When we walk out of the room towards the ballroom, I feel completely different this time. He pulls me close to him, and it’s like he’s somehow proud of me. Proud to be with me. He’s standing tall and smiling from ear to ear as he walks confidently with me on his arm. I feel sexy, having done such naughty things earlier, and now here we are in a crowd of people who have no idea what just happened. I blush at the thought.
He kisses the top of my head as we move through the room, letting anyone who’s looking know that I’m his. People turn to look at us, and some of the confidence I was feeling a minute ago wavers at all the beautiful women in gowns. It’s then, as their eyes follow our every move, I realize I don’t even know who my mystery man is.
“Everyone is looking at us. Are you sure my outfit is really okay?” I turn a little to look up at him. He stops moving through the room to look down at me. Again the giant smile on his face lights up his beautiful blue eyes.
“I already told you, you’re the most beautiful woman here.” He leans in and softly kisses my lips in a quick but sweet kiss. “The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life.”
My cheeks warm at his words, and now I can really feel everyone’s eyes on me.
“Who are you?” I ask, starting to think maybe he’s the reason everyone is looking at him. They even shuffled out of his way when we were moving through the room.
His head cocks to the side. “You don’t know who I am?”
I shake my head. “I don’t really know who anyone is,” I admit. “I should probably tell you that I’m a princess. My brother is King Ethan Merrick. He took over the throne for my father just recently. I should have said something earlier, but…” I let my words trail off as my cheeks heat once again.
His eyes narrow, and I wonder for a moment if he’s mad I didn’t tell him. What we’ve just done would be considered a disgrace to some families. A princess doesn’t give herself to anyone but her intended husband. Not all kingdoms feel this way, but some are outdated. Some still have laws about it. I’m not sure how my brother would feel about knowing what’d I’d done. But in all honesty, I don’t care. I’ve worried about enough my whole life, and I don’t have it inside me to care what anyone thinks.
“I thought I’d seen every eligible princess there was.” His hand moves to my hip and tightens. “Are you intended for someone?” he growls so deep and low, that even in the room filled with people I’m sure I’m the only one who heard it. “Never mind. It doesn’t matter. You’re mine now. I claimed you.” His eyes roam over me as if somehow looking for a place on me he hasn’t marked as his.
Then a smile pulls at his lips. “You don’t even know who I am and you melted for me. Just like that.” He shakes his head like he can’t believe it. Who wouldn’t melt for him? He says the sweetest things, and let’s not forget about how handsome he is.
“Come. I want to get this over with so I can take you home with me.” He grabs my hand, locking his fingers with mine.
I hear whispers all around us as we move. I catch a few of them and hear people asking who I am. I hear something about a king having chosen a wife. I’d completely forgotten about why I was here tonight. I squeeze his hand in mine, and he slows down a little.
“I’m not sure my father will let me go with you. I mean, well—”
“I’ll handle it, my love.”
I bite my lip at the sound of that. I love the way he is with me.
When we finally get to the front of the room, a beautiful blonde woman jumps up from her chair. Her white dress hugs her gorgeous figure. She looks like she’s ready for a wedding.