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My heart beats a little faster in my chest, and I look at Ferrin. “What if I tell them the truth? That I was held in a cottage by a woman who claimed to be my mother until you showed up and I escaped. Unless you don’t want Antonia to know you’re alive.”

“Maybe we simply say you escaped for now. I don’t think anyone is going to come for you,” he recognizes. “If it were me, I’d run fast and hard, and she has no reason to stay. Coming after you or Marcella is a weak move and a setup for failure from the start. But, in making that speech, it could rattle her. Make her nervous. Careless. And with that, maybe she makes a mistake, and we nab her. Even if she’s gone into hiding, I don’t want her lurking about. I want her where Charlotte is. I don’t like unknowns. Marie is another issue, and frankly, she could be dead for all we know. I still believe it was Antonia who took the tiara and not Marie. I say we continue to look for her, but she’s not my primary target.”

“I think we also need to have more guards brought into the palace,” Sebastian states, leaning back and putting his weight on his hands. “Special forces. Trained people.”

“I’m not going to fight you on that.” Bellamy stands when one of the children starts to fuss, but I hop to my feet and go over to pick baby Joseph up. It’s not the easiest with my cast, but I’ve gotten good at it. I bring him to my chest and rock him, checking with Bellamy that I’m doing it right. She smiles and nods encouragingly.

I’m so in love with this family. With the children and these people. They brought me in and are doing so much for me. I want to return the favor, not simply put their lives in peril.

“Then it’s settled.” I kiss the baby’s head. “A statement. A small wedding to plan. And more searching to close any loose ends.”

Marcella stands and rubs the back of the baby’s head as I hold and rock him. “No one can stay hidden forever. You’re proof of that. Sooner or later, this will all come to an end. Honestly, and I never thought I’d say this, but it already feels as though it has or is at the very least starting to.”

We can only hope.

EPILOGUE

FERRIN

Iwake up with a smile on my face as I crawl between my princess’s thighs. I hum a contented sigh when she reaches beneath the blanket to grab my hair with one hand while her other goes to the pillow above her head. Her cast came off yesterday, and it was the same day I got the green light from the doctor to resume normal activity.

Normal activity to me was slamming her against the wall and fucking her blind while holding her up. It wasn’t the easiest since I’m not at full strength, but we made it work. It’s been four weeks here in the palace, and not a lot has changed other than how close she’s grown with the royal family and how we still can’t get enough of each other.

It’s gotten to the point where she no longer wears clothes to bed because she knows if she does, I’ll rip them off her. But it’s more than her body I can’t get enough of. It’s her kindness, her sweet, incredible heart, how she plays with the children, and how her friendship with Bellamy and Marcella has grown. Not to mention her relationship with her brothers.

Day by day, I get to watch her grow into the woman she was always meant to be. There’s no fear. No hesitation. Day by day, she owns more and more of me, and it’s everything I want her to have. I hold nothing back. It shocks me, but with her, there is no holding back. She’d never let me get away with that shit, but more than that, it’s what she deserves.

All of my heart.

The way I’ve grown to love this woman should scare me, but it only thrills me. I get to be with her. I get to have her. I get to love her.

And the best part? She loves me back.

We don’t say it. Not really. Not since I told her that day that I was falling for her, and she said the same. We’ve given each other this time to see where we are and become something other than what we went through. But it wasn’t those days that defined us or made us fall.

It was us despite those events.

She gives all of herself to everyone around her, and it’s made me want to do the same. Or at the very least be better. A man worthy of the princess. With that, I’ve begun working on something with Gabe and Javier. I haven’t mentioned it to her yet. I wanted to see how far it would go.

But this morning might be the time for that conversation.

Now that her cast is off, they’re planning to announce her next week. It’ll mean pictures and interviews and statements. I’ve already told her I won’t be part of that. I want to keep a low profile and maintain any surprise I have since Antonia believes me to be dead. Sebastian is working on bringing in new guards who are specifically trained, and that’s where I come in.

“Mmm,” I hum against her wet heat as I blow cool air on her clit. “You taste so fucking good. Eating your cunt is the best part of my day.”

My tongue swirls around her clit, and she moans, already so wet as if her body knew this was coming before she did. Considering it’s how I wake her up most mornings, I’m not shocked.

My hands are everywhere, touching her breasts and rubbing her belly and playing with the curve of her hips. My mouth is another story. It’s completely concentrated on her pussy. Her clit and her sweet, wet opening. She rolls her hips and fucks my face like it’s the only way she’ll come because in these four weeks, she still doesn’t know how to control her pleasure.

I suppose that’s my job, but I love watching her lose herself more.

I groan against her and cup her ass, giving it a firm squeeze before I drive her deeper against me. Her eyes glow molten silver, filthy as sin and sexy as fuck. I give her a long, dirty lick from her ass up to her clit. I haven’t fucked her ass yet. We’ve both been hot fucking messes with our wounds, and when I take her there, it won’t be when I’m one wing down.

When I fuck her ass, I’m going to fuck it like I mean it. I’m going to fuck it so she feels all of me, stretching her asshole while I make her beg for more.

Until then…

Her thighs squeeze around my head, and her heels dig into my back, one right over my scar that’s healed but not fully there. Pain twists through me, but I let it ride because she’s getting so close. I taste all of her, darting my tongue in and out before it plays with her clit. I do that again and again, teasing her, edging her enough that she grows frustrated and needy.