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Neither of them speaks for a long moment. Finally, I approach his brother, King Mateo. “We’re glad you’re here.”

“I came as soon as I heard the news.” He shakes his head. “All this time. I thought you were dead.”

Rafe’s voice is gruff when he speaks, and I know how much emotion my stoic man is fighting back against. “I had no idea. I was raised with no knowledge of you or my country.”

Then to my surprise, Rafe throws his arms around the other man and pulls him close.

“Brother,” Mateo exclaims.

I see the word as it hits Rafe. The way his face lights up at the knowledge he has family. My mountain man is no longer alone. He has family around him now.

They spend hours swapping stories from their lives, and by the time Mateo is called away on urgent matters for Portia, they’re exchanging phone numbers. They’ll visit again as often as their schedules allow.

Rafe waits until his brother has gone to pull me into his arms and press a soft kiss to my forehead. “Thank you for being there.”

I beam up at him. “There are a few ways you can thank me, husband.”

He tosses me over his shoulder and I laugh as he speed walks down the corridor. Whatever the future holds, Rafe and I will face it together. After all, we’re a team.

EPILOGUE

RAFE

“No peeking,” I tell my wife as I guide her behind the castle. We’ve been walking for a few minutes, but the suspense is driving her wild.

I pause in front of a tree branch, using gentle pressure on her hand, and she instantly stills. I guide her over the branch.

She chuckles, a throaty sound that goes straight to my cock. We’ve been together for over a year now, and I still can’t get enough of this woman. Everything she does is sexy to me. I spend my days running around the castle behind her, eager to catch my little whirlwind and remind her of just how much her king adores her. She’s fierce and powerful, a force to be reckoned with.

Since becoming the queen, she has decreased poverty rates throughout the capital city. She’s also struck a lucrative commerce deal with the Republic of Portia. She still paints, mainly at my insistence. She tried to give up the hobby a few months ago, telling me she was too busy to do it anymore.

I won’t let her lose herself to the crown. It’s just a position, but she’s my wife. I make sure she gets time away for painting and horseback riding. Moxie is a good friend to my woman, and she makes her smile on the days when her responsibilities are heavy.

At least once a month, I take Aurora to visit Mateo. Though my schedule and his are incredibly busy, we both make spending time together a priority.

I’ve had the chance to meet his wife and my little nephew. Seeing the three of them together made me eager to start a family with my bride. Even now, the thought of putting my baby in her makes my cock even harder behind my zipper. It’s a permanent condition. I’m always hard, always aching to slide into her warm pussy.

“Where are we going?” She asks again for the hundredth time. Since watching her become queen, I’ve learned my woman thrives on being in control, and I don’t mind. Except when it comes to the bedroom. Then I’m the one in control. Last night, I pinned her down to the bed and spent hours keeping her on edge until she was flushed and begging for my cock.

I don’t answer for a moment, guiding her body around the enclosure for Herbert. I worried the new environment would be rough on him, but his body has adapted to the cooler temperatures here in Velkan. Since the move, he’s as grumpy and aloof as always, which I take to be a good sign.

“Rafe, if you take me blindfolded and dump me into the lake, I will never forgive you,” she says. She probably means it too. Except that I’m pretty sure I could calm her down eventually with orgasms.

Despite the protocols of the palace, she and I frequent the lake. Some evenings when the sun is dropping low in the sky and the stars are beginning to wink out in the darkness, I take her skinny dipping.

I love those moments with her when it’s the two of us. Maybe one day we’ll be lucky and it will be the three of us. The idea makes something in my chest ache. “I wouldn’t do that to you, promise.”

I have tossed my bride into the lake a few times, but I’ve never done it when she was blindfolded.

I pause in the clearing a few feet from the lake. I know she can hear the water and the soft sound of the crickets singing their nightly love songs. It’s a perfect night, a clear one with hundreds of stars overhead. Something about being under the sky at night helps us to remember how insignificant most of our problems are. We use the stars to find our balance again, remembering that we are not eternal like they are.

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