“I don’t know, but anywhere else would be wrong.” Aldrik’s words grew sluggish with sleep.
Vhalla wasn’t sure if she spoke her agreement or just thought it. But she was too tired to confirm either way as sleep took its hold on her.
She shifted with a yawn.Warm, she thought as she nuzzled her face into him. Her prince was so warm. Underneath the covers, it was like sleeping with a small furnace, and Vhalla wiggled closer against him, her legs still wrapped around his.
“My love.” His voice was thick with sleep.
“Aldrik?” She rubbed her eyes tiredly. The afternoon was turning the slats of the window’s shutter bright orange.
“You are soft.” He nuzzled her hair.
“And you are warm,” she said groggily, her palm caressing him stomach to chest. A low chuckle rumbled through him. Vhalla paused her movements. “Are you ticklish, my prince?” She tilted her head up with a grin.
“Not really.” Aldrik smirked before kissing her lightly. “I simply cannot recall the last time I slept midday.”
“What time is it?” Vhalla yawned, feeling like she’d be perfectly content to sleep the rest of the day and night away in his arms.
“I would love to tell you, but my pocket watch is in my trousers, and I’m not sure where they are at present.” He laughed again. “Would you like me to leave to locate them?”
“Of course not.” She smirked, her hand snaking around to hold him tightly.
“Am I your prisoner, Lady Yarl?” Aldrik grinned. “Quite so!” Vhalla laughed.
“And here I was of the mind to turnyouintomyprisoner when we returned to the palace.” Aldrik shifted onto his side to face her.
“I suppose that would be allowed, if you kept me places as beautiful as your rose garden,” she mused.
“You only have to ask to receive.” The crown prince leaned in to place a sweet kiss upon her mouth. “I could think of no better way to ignore my succession duties.”
“Succession?” Vhalla moved, tilting her head to look up at him, confused. She’d heard nothing of it.
“It’s rather hush yet.” Aldrik ran his fingers over her temple. “Father told me of it not long after the war started. He plans to step aside.”
“He does?” Her heart began to race. Vhalla had imagined a middle-aged Aldrik ascending the throne, not anything like the man she was presently holding in her arms.
“He said he wanted to show the people a proper succession. That he would be the Emperor of War, working to unite the whole world beneath a single banner. But I would be an Emperor of Peace and rule on his behalf. One man could not be both to the people.” Aldrik’s hand stopped on her cheek. “He said by the time I was thirty, if the wars were finished here and I had fulfilled my obligations, he would want to see me on the throne.”
“Thirty?” She did some quick math in her head. “Six years?” “Five,” he corrected.
“Five?” she questioned.
“Well, I have not consulted at a calendar in over a month, so perhaps six yet.” The corners of his mouth curled up into a grin. “Your ... birthday?” Vhalla’s mind began to grind into action. “Just after the new year.” He gave her a tired smile. “I fear you are with an old man.”
“I didn’t know!” She gasped. “I didn’t prepar—”
His lips silenced hers with a forceful kiss. “You have given me my life, given me your love and your body,” he whispered across her mouth before pulling away. “If I took anything more, I would be grossly selfish.”
“But—”
“No.” Aldrik shook his head, kissing her again.
“But ...” She forced a grin off her lips as his mouth came to hers to prevent her objection. “But.” He kissed her again, faster. “But...” Vhalla whispered again, and he chuckled lightly, realizing her game.
Aldrik pulled her halfway on top of him as he rolled onto his back. Her palm pressed against his chest for support, and his hand drifted lazily through her hair. The sensation of his skin was still an exotic feeling, one that brought a delicious tingle across her body.
“Will you really be the Emperor?”
“Is that not what being thecrown princemeans?” The right corner of his mouth curled upward into one of his trademark smirks.
