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“Marry me, Millicent?” he whispered, not taking his eyes off mine.

“Yes,” I whispered back. I stood there in my prince’s secret room, cuffed to the ceiling, his fingers still in me and our hearts still linked by the silver chain attached to our nipples, and I knew.

This was the start of a whole new world.

Chapter 6

Findlay

“Ye ken, now would be a good time to smile.”

I grunted in response to my brother’s joke. Wulf was standing up at the altar with me, only because he was the least-objectionable of my brothers. He knew my peculiarities—or at least had guessed them—and didn’t appear to disapprove.

Of course he had his own little peculiarities, and one of them was sitting there in the row behind our brothers, smiling up at us.

Wulf wasn’t even looking at his new wife, though. “I mean it,” he said under his breath, his attention on the door in the back of the family chapel, as was mine. “There’s just as many guests here as there were at Rik’s wedding. Least ye could do is crack a smile while ye wait for your bride to appear.”

He was right—there were a surprising number of guests here. I’d given Mother a week to plan the wedding, perfectly content with some utilitarian ceremony. After discussing it with Millicent, we decided neither of us needed something big, but I knew it was important to my parents to have some sort of ceremony after Wulf’s impromptu one.

Little had we known exactly how much pomp Mother could manage in seven days.

It seemed as though each of our allied nations had managed to send a representative, and that wasn’t even counting the people of Faencairn who were present. I hadn’t realized I had quite so many cousins.

While the wedding was being held here in the castle rather than the cathedral, Mother had still managed to decorate it tastefully, with some understated swag and simple flowers.

I approved.

“Beowulf,” I asked him in a low voice, while keeping my focus on the rear door Millicent would soon walk through, “have ye ever seen me ‘crack a smile’?”

My brother hummed thoughtfully. “There was that time at the lake when— Nay. What about when you thought Rik had—? Nay, I guess no’ then either. Do you smile?”

My lips twitched, remembering a few times in the last week Millicent had made me smile. She really was a remarkable woman. However, I didn’t need Wulf to know that.

“Why should I smile now?”

My brother exhaled a sort of huff. “Because ye’re about to get married to the woman we’re trying to convince the world ye love.”

“I do love her.” And I would tell her. Soon. “But I also haven’t cum in over a week and my ballocks are aching right now just thinking about what I’m going to be able to do to her as soon as this damned ceremony is over and I’m desperate to bury my cock in her tight little pussy.” I kept my voice bland as I turned to my brother. “So ye’ll forgive me if I’m not jumping for joy.”

Wulf’s smile was huge. Not a I’m-Pleased-For-You Smile, but an I’m-Glad-Someone-Else-Is-Doing-Something-As-Improper-For-Once Smile. “Sounds like ye’d rather be fooking, instead.”

I nodded solemnly. “I plan on it, very soon. Oh yes, I do.”

He might’ve replied to my quip—as close as I came to a joke—but the music began and my attention returned to where it belonged: on her.

Millicent stepped through the door on the arm of her father, followed by her sister and mother, and I quit thinking about my brother, or the priest, or the ceremony at all. She was fooking gorgeous.

The gown had been made especially for her. The purple silk hung from her tall frame, the color crisp against her skin. There was a high neckline, but that just meant I could see her tits that much better, those perfect little nipples already hard and pushing against the silk.

She wasn’t wearing a corset…just as I’d requested.

When she walked the material pooled in between her legs, and I imagined I could see the faintly darker “V” between her legs, although it should have been impossible.

And when her father placed her hand in mine, I was damn sure I could smell her arousal.

The ceremony was sufficient, that’s all I remembered.

I spoke when prompted, and Millicent did the same. But neither of us pulled our eyes away from the other. In those moments, we made promises which had nothing to do with whatever the priest was saying, nothing at all with duty and honor and God.

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