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She laughs and buries her head into my chest. “I’m glad I please you.”

“You positively delight me,” I assure her. “You’re all I’ll ever need.”

As I hold her, the rest of the world fades away, leaving only us beneath the stars, wrapped in the love that has come to define everything I hold dear.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Emily

The night sky stretches endlessly above us, the twin moons casting their soft glow over the cliffs and the shimmering ocean below. The breeze is cool against my skin, a welcome contrast to the warmth of Kael’s naked body beneath me.

It’s perfect here—peaceful, secluded, far from the noise of the palace and the weight of our responsibilities. And yet, my thoughts are anything but calm.

I glance up at Kael, his profile sharp and regal in the moonlight. He looks at ease, as though he belongs in this moment, in this world. And I can’t help but wonder: do I?

The question has been gnawing at me for weeks, ever since the coronation. I’ve been doing my best to rise to the challenges of being queen, but doubt lingers, an unwelcome companion I can’t seem to shake.

“Emily,” Kael says softly, his voice breaking through my thoughts. “What’s on your mind?”

I hesitate, my fingers curling around his strong biceps. “I’m just… thinking.”

His violet eyes search my face. “About what?”

I take a deep breath, the words spilling out before I can second-guess them. “About whether I’m enough. For this. For you. For the kingdom.”

His expression softens, and his hand moves to cup my cheek. “You’re more than enough,” he says, his voice firm but gentle.

I shake my head, tears pricking at my eyes. “Kael, I’m trying. I really am. But I don’t know if I’ll ever be the queen your peopleneed. I make mistakes, I don’t always understand the customs, and sometimes… sometimes I feel like I’m just pretending.”

The tears spill over, and I look away, embarrassed by my own vulnerability.

“Emily,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing away a tear as he tilts my face back toward him. “You’re not pretending. You’re learning. And you’re doing it with more courage and grace than I ever could have expected.”

“But what if I fail?” I whisper, my voice trembling.

His gaze holds mine, steady and unwavering. “Then we fail together,” he says simply. “And we get back up together. Because that’s what this is, Emily. A partnership. You’re not in this alone.”

His words settle over me like a balm, soothing the raw edges of my doubt.

“You’ve already proven so much,” he continues, his tone filled with conviction. “To the court, to the people, to me. And even if you stumble, even if you fall, you’ll still be the strongest, most extraordinary person I’ve ever known.”

A small, broken laugh escapes me, and I lean into his touch. “You always know what to say.”

He smiles, leaning closer until our foreheads touch. “Only because I mean every word.”

The warmth of his presence, the sincerity in his voice, washes over me, and I feel a weight lift from my chest.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” I admit, my voice barely audible.

“You’ll never have to find out,” he replies, his lips brushing against mine in a kiss that’s slow and tender, filled with the quiet reassurance I didn’t know I needed.

The kiss deepens, the space between us disappearing as his hands move to my waist, pulling me closer. My own hands findtheir way to his shoulders, the tension I’ve been carrying melting away under the heat of his touch.

His lips are soft and tender as they explore mine, our tongues dancing in a passionate ballet. The wind around us seems to sigh with pleasure, rustling the leaves above and creating an audible love song that harmonizes with our own.

The moon continues its steady journey across the sky, casting its silver light on everything it touches. Our bodies, bathed in this celestial glow, seem to shimmer with an inner light of their own. We share a bond so deep that not even time could sever it.

A soft gasp escapes my lips as his hands trace intricate patterns along my back, sending shivers down my spine. He knows just where to touch me, how to make my body sing in harmony with his own. His fingers graze the small of my back.

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