“Once she was wed, her husband took her back to their home. Since I haven’t left this castle since I got here … ” She shrugged. “I haven’t seen her.” She leaned her forehead against his shoulder. “I may be related to them, but these people aren’t my family. Too much time has passed, they don’t know me. And I don’t know them. Princess Cora is more my sister.”
She looked up at Isaac through her lashes, that small smile stealing over her lips again. “If — when — we wed … you will be a prince too. Prince Derek’s equal.”
“Then you’ll be happy to know that I’ll be taking you back to the Hales, at least for the moment — we can discuss at a later date if we want to stay with them, or find our own place,” he offered up and pressed a kiss to the top of her fiery hair, fingers mapping out her back, then curling innocently around her hips.
Someone cleared their throat in the doorway, quietly, and the two glanced up in startlement. “His Majesty wishes to speak with you,” the guard said, face utterly impassive, but eyes indicating his approval.