I chuckle when he lifts me up and nuzzle my nose in the crook of his neck. Eyes closed, I inhale deeply. Sweat and me and that distinct smell of him invade my senses. I've missed it. Oh, I've just about missed everything tonight, haven't I?

"Show off," I murmur as he uses his power to open and close all the doors. And then, on a more serious note, "I feel like a queen living in this house sometimes. That's never changed."

I'm not married to royalty, but I've certainly committed myself to a prince. And bore his children. I wonder if that would make me the royal mistress. The thought makes me laugh.