“To abdicate his position as duke and leave his wife?”
“Yes. He’s miserable. He loves Brooklyn. It’s obvious the way he looks at her. You can see that, right?”
I didn’t want to argue. I wasn’t going to fight with her this morning about someone else’s love story.
Today was the beginning of ours.
“Damon?”
I walked to the other side of the table. The ring was pressed between my thumb and fingers.
“Yes, I’ll grant it,” I replied. “I don’t want to talk about Roux. I want to talk about you, Molly.”
Her eyes lifted. I could get lost in those shades of blue for the rest of my life.
“Me?” she squeaked.
“Mmmhmm.” I ran my fingers through her hair, sweeping it from her shoulder. I lowered to one knee and she gasped.
“Oh my God.”
I grinned. “I want to talk about you. About me. About us, my love.”
She started to shake. “Damon,” she whispered.
“I’ve given a lot of speeches as king. So many lectures and talks, but I’m almost at a loss for words right now.” I gazed into her eyes. “I look at you and I see light, kindness, strength. I see a woman who loves me despite my crown. I see home. I see a future. Molly, I see the woman I want to love and to protect.” I revealed the ring from behind my back and held it toward her. “I don’t know what’s ahead for me as king. I can’t promise you normal. This life is far from it. But I can promise to fight for you. To fight for us. To love you. To give you as many mornings like this as I can. And I promise to do my best to consider your counsel.” I winked. I was still working on that one. “I’ve never knelt before anyone. But I’d do far more than this to show you how much I want to spend forever with you. Will you marry me, Molly Washington?”
The ring sparkled between us. I held my breath. It felt like the longest second of my life.
I didn’t exhale until she collapsed into my arms. “Yes. Yes. I’ll marry you.”
She crawled into my lap, kissing me. I tasted the salt of her tears on my lips.
“Then I need to give you this.” I threaded the sapphire stone over her knuckle. It fit perfectly.
“I can’t believe this.” She held it toward her face.
“I knew it had to be a sapphire,” I teased. I dragged my lips over hers. “Always my sapphire.”
She giggled. “Yes. Always yours.”
I untangled us and helped her stand. “Let’s have a toast.” I reached for the champagne.
Molly crinkled her nose. “Maybe just the orange juice. Sorry, I think I’m too excited. The champagne would send me over the top.” She smiled.
“All right.” I handed her an orange juice in fluted crystal.
Our glasses clinked. “To the new queen of the House of Sauvage. To our future.”
“To our future,” she echoed.
My hand rounded over her ass as I pulled her to me. “Before we announce this to the world, I could use some time alone with you.”
“Please,” she whispered.
I lifted her in my arms and carried her across the threshold.
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