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.”

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