“Are you ready?” he asked.
“Ready!”
Her hand clasped in his, she walked beside him and the queen and went to announce to the world they’d fallen in love and gotten married. It hadn’t happened in that order, but it had happened.
Two people from different worlds millions of miles apart had found each other. Destiny had named her Kismet. Maybe her mother had a hint of prescience after all.
Epilogue
Jaryk awakened to find his wife leaning over him, her hair attractively mussed from sleep and a night of hot loving, her gaze soft, her smile satisfied.
The sight of her got him hard.I’m a lucky man.“What are you doing?”
“Reveling in happiness,” she replied.
“You, too?” He pulled her down and kissed her.
“I thought you’d never wake up.” She smoothed her hands over his chest and lower to grasp his cock.
“Next time, wake me up.” He whispered some naughty suggestions against her ear.
They proceeded to act out some of them, ending up gasping and replete in each other’s arms.
“Thank you for being in my life—for giving me a chance to fix our marriage.” He pressed his lips to her damp temple.
“You don’t give up on the person who makes your heart sing.”
“We should go away together.”
“What do you mean?”
“We should get away from the palace for a few weeks. See more of Kaldor. Just the two of us—plus the bodyguards, but they’ll maintain a discreet distance.”
“You mean like a honeymoon?”
“I’m not familiar with the word.”
“On Earth, couples typically take a vacation right after the marriage to bond and celebrate.”
“That’s what I’m talking about.”
“I would love that!”
“I’ll have it arranged. We’ll leave tomorrow.”
“Don’t you have public engagements scheduled?”
“My staff can reschedule, cancel, or get Falkor to fill in. I’m the prince,” he said in an imperious tone. “I can do that.”
“What if the king has something for you to do?”
“He will have to adjust.” His father’s latest stunt had been the wake-up call. No more would he dance to his father’s tune. He would continue to perform his duty to the kingdom with due diligence, but, going forward, he intended to take charge of his life. He had a wife to consider now. His father might not like Kismet, but Jaryk would not allow him to disrespect her.
“Last night went better than I expected,” she said. “Everyone seemed happy for us.”
“They did,” he agreed. The king and queen had announced their marriage—of course, by then most people had already guessed—and then they spent hours accepting the congratulations and well wishes of the guests.
Charday had been gone when they returned to the ballroom. Falkor had whispered in his ear that he’d sent her packing—for which Jaryk was grateful. His younger brother could be a huge pain in the ass, but he always had his back. And, if not for him, he wouldn’t have met hiscosmic mate.
