Page 114 of Royal Fling
“Isn’t it obvious? Your prince on white horse is here to steal you away,” he shouted.
As he said that, I noticed there was a rope outside the window. A rope ladder that reached all the way to the ground.
“You can’t be serious,” I said, but I was already climbing out.
Well, this is different.
We usually spent our Saturday evenings with the family or exploring the nightlife in New Harlow.
“Careful,” he called as I put one foot down after the other until I hit the ground. “Hey,” he said when I turned to face him.
He offered me a hand, and even though I didn’t have much experience climbing or riding a horse, I managed to join up behind him.
“I thought you didn’t have a white horse,” I said, draping my hands around his waist.
“It was a misdirect, darling.”
“Oh really?”
August craned his neck to look at me. He moved the reins in his hands, and the horse started galloping.
“And where exactly are we going?” I asked.
August turned his attention ahead of us with a sneaky grin on his face.
“Why, riding off into the sunset of course,” he said.
I rolled my eyes, but I hugged him tighter against me and planted a kiss on the back of his neck.
Whatever he had planned I’m sure would be amazing. Even though our life here was quite the change of pace from the London scene and everything we’d done, he hadn’t stopped surprising me.
At this stage, I just went along with anything because I knew he never revealed anything, and his surprises always ended up being amazing, so I just looked around us as we rode through town.
Heads turned our way, some stopped to wave at us, but we kept going until we reached the beach at the edge of town where no one really went.
It was just us and the water.
He pulled the reins, and the horse came to a stop. He got off first, landing on the sand with his bare feet.
He looked absolutely stunning in his loose white shirt and white pants. The sex-crazy slut in me already imagined getting him wet in those clothes just so I could see them stick to his skin and give me a perfect view of his fit body.
I got off after him, with his help, and he soothed the horse before taking my hand and walking me toward the shore.
“My Lucas, you know I love you right?” he asked.
I looked at him and laughed.
“Of course, I do, silly.”
He took a deep breath and nodded.
“Good. Then I hope this time you won’t run off,” he replied and got down on one knee.
My body froze, and my eyes almost popped out of their sockets. But as he reached for something in his pocket, my heart beat faster, a swarm of butterflies fluttering under my skin making the hairs on my arms and my nape stand.
“You always dreamed of being saved by a prince on a white horse, but, Lucas, you saved me. You’re my prince. Always will be.”
My eyes stung when he held his hand up with a ring between his fingers. A simple golden band that reflected the sunlight.
