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you until the sun sets
right through to when it rises again.”

    He reclaimed her lips and
she parted them, allowing his tongue to enter and tangle with hers.
It felt so good. She’d missed this so much. She’d missed him so
much.

    She sighed into his mouth
and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close but so gently
that she had to smile. He was treating her as though she was
breakable. Something told her that he wasn’t going to let her out
of his sight now, definitely not until the child was born and
possibly even beyond that. He would want to stay close, not just
because he wanted to share the experience but because of the
dangers. She’d had months to think about the things that had
happened since meeting him. If the Minervans heard that she was
pregnant, they would target her in their attempt to get money from
Balt’s parents. From now on, they would have to be increasingly
careful. If their child were a boy, it would be an heir to the
throne.

    She leaned back to avoid
his next kiss and looked up into his dark eyes. They were full of
curiosity when she stared into them for a long time, saying
nothing.

    “ What is it?”
he said at last.

    She ran her fingers into
the shorter hair at the back of his head and smiled up at him. He
frowned when she took the translator from his ear. She wanted him
to hear this in his own language and from her, not from some
device. She removed her own.

    “ Yoi aishin,”
she said, a little nervous about speaking his language and getting
it wrong.

    He was still for a moment,
his expression unchanged, and then a smile curved his
lips.

    “ Yoi aishin
do... amo tatui sem.”

    She frowned and put her
translator back in before pushing his back into his ear. “Say that
last bit again.”

    “ I’m always
yours,” he whispered against her lips. “It was nice to hear it in
my own language. Is there anything else you’ve learned to
say?”

    “ A few things,”
she said with a mischievous smile. “My tutor says I am doing
well.”

    “ Tutor? You’re
learning Lyran?” He pulled back, his brows raised high.

    “ I want to be
able to speak to you properly, without this.” She tapped the device
in her ear. “Lyran is such a beautiful language... I’ve learned to
say so many things.”

    She removed his translator
and her own again, and tossed them into the room, not caring where
they landed.

    “ Kishia wa,”
she whispered against his mouth.

    He did. He pulled her
close and kissed her hard, stealing her breath and making her head
spin. She hadn’t expected him to react so strongly to her speaking
his own language. Feeling the urgent need to breathe, she pressed
against his shoulders. He released her with a sheepish
smile.

    She kissed him briefly and
then turned in his arms so her back pressed against him and she was
facing the outside world. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders
and then slipped them under her arms and rested his hands on her
belly. She placed hers over them and smiled as she looked out at
the panorama.

    Now it was truly
beautiful. With Balt here with her, it was perfect. Never in all
her years had she thought that her life could turn out this way.
Never had she thought she could find someone who loved her so much
and made her feel as though she was a princess.

    He swept the hair from her
neck and pressed a kiss to it and then one to her cheek. His breath
tickled her ear.

    “ Aishin... yoi
aishin... tatui... tatui... wa naima.” He peppered her cheek with
kisses and held her close.

    She leaned her cheek
against his and sighed.

    He loved her.

    Always.

    She smiled as she
translated the last two words.

    Not a princess.

    His queen.

    The
End

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    About the
author
    Felicity Heaton
is a great believer in love at first sight and the romantic ideal.
Having grown up reading extensively, she developed a deep love of
classical literature, ranking Jane Eyre, North & South, and
Persuasion amongst her all time favourite reads. The most