Page 21 of The Prince's Bride: Part 2
“Nothing—”
“No! That was not nothing.” I grinned, rushing over to her as she tried to escape into the bedroom. “Say it again!” I laughed, wrapping my arms around her.
“No!”
“Please?” I held on tighter.
“LäIrak meni.” Odette struggled in my arms telling me to let her go.
“You know, Ersovian?” I exclaimed. “Your accent is adorable!”
“Shut up, and let me go back to bed!” She tried to pull away.
“Say something else.”
“I will kick you!”
Grinning, I yanked at the belt of her robe.
“Gale!” she screamed.
“Odette!” I screamed back, making her throw a pillow at me.
“You are so annoying, sometimes!” she screamed in Ersovian, and each time she spoke, I laughed. She was beautiful and cute.
How fortunate could I truly be?
Scooping her into my arms, I threw us back onto the bed.
“If you came to divorce me, why did you learn my language?” I smiled, pinning her under me.
She glared. “I started learning before I decided to divorce you.”
“And your excuse for after? Or did you decide only recently?”
“I had already paid for a tutor, and it seemed like a waste to just give up—”
I kissed her lips quickly. “And now, your real reason.”
“That was my real reason.”
“Very well, then. I will not let you out of this bed until you tell me.” I wanted her to say it. I wanted her to admit that she had learned because she knew she belonged beside me too. She knew she couldn’t let me go also.
“I learned because I hated not knowing what was said around me,” she admitted softly. “The day you left, everyone was talking, but I understood nothing.”
“So, you learned for me?”
“I learned for me,” she corrected stubbornly.
Frowning, I rolled off her and onto my side before sighing dramatically. “Is it so hard for you to inflate my ego a little bit?”
“Isn’t that what everyone else does?”
I pouted, and she rolled onto my chest, her brown eyes alive, sparkling, the smile on her face taunting. “Everyone else is not you.”
“You like me because I am different. And yet you want me to be like everyone else?”
“Well, when you put it that way,” I grumbled. “I sound like you—wanting everything and nothing at the same.”
