“It is – yours – you know that – it is – yours,” Fyna whispered. “And please – go on loving me because it is – so exciting and so wonderful. I have never been – so happy.”
The Earl kissed her and then he said,
“I have decided what we are going to do. I will tell the King tomorrow that we have discovered each other after getting married only to save the Clans. He knows that already.”
“Why do you – want to – tell him?” Fyna enquired.
“Because, my precious, I want to start our honeymoon at once. I find it very difficult to be with you when the King is so demanding and there are so many other people chattering like cockatoos.”
Fyna laughed.
“I never thought – you would feel – like that.”
“Well, I do, so I am going to take you home, but this time in a much more comfortable way.”
“How?”
