“Are you really going to get married?”
I blink out of the memory of what was…one of the most complicated nights of my life as I look down at my daughter, riding ahead of me as we climb the steep final path up to the gates of the Winter Palace. Vivianna – a beautiful, golden-haired consequence of that very complicated night.
But consequence is too hard a word. Surprise. Gift. Yes, my gift. I drop a kiss to the top of her head.
“Yes, I’m getting married,” I murmur, hoping that it’s a lie and that I can find a way to explain it all to her later. “You know this. I’m going to marry the King.”
Vivianna frowns up at me. “But you don’t even love him!”
I burst out laughing, shaking my head at her. “Of course I do. He is our King and your grandfather. We all love him.”
God, she’ll have to for
