Page 134 of Tower of Tempest
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His lips tipped up into a grin. “Are you asking me to marry you?”
My mouth dropped open as I sputtered.
“Not the most romantic proposal in the world.” He pressed his forehead to mine. “But my answer is yes.”
“You are insufferable,” I said, for the millionth time since I’d met him.
“You like it,” he said back, also for the millionth time.
He wasn’t lying. I did. And with him by my side, I felt ready to take on this momentous task of bringing the courts together. Not just ready but worthy. Worthy of being Loch’s. Worthy of being heir. Worthy of being a queen.
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