“Katie? Sweetheart, do you remember that I asked you to trust me?”
Katie nodded. Kaz could see the first glimmer of hope in her eyes.
“I am the heir to the Sardovian throne,” he said softly. “And you are going to marry me.” He paused. “That is, you will marry me if you love me, if you want to spend the rest of your life with me, because I love you, I adore you, I need you now and forever—”
Ekaterina Rostov laughed. She cried. She rose on her toes and pressed her lips to those of the man who would be her husband.
And, of course, they lived happily ever after.
THE END