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“Do you have a throne?”
“No.”
“Disappointing. Crown?”
Silence.
Oh.
My.
Goddess.
My eyes widen.
“You have a crown!”
“We're getting off topic.”
“Grimm Palermo, do you own a freaking crown?”
“I don't own it. It belongs to the principality.”
“That is the most prince answer you could possibly have given me.”
He rubs a hand over his face. I am delighted.
Possibly delirious, but mostly delighted.
Then another thought hits me.
A big one.
“If you're a prince and I'm your mate...”
I trail off.
His eyes narrow. I point between us.
“Does that make me a princess?”
“Agatha.”
The warning in his voice only encourages me.
“It does, doesn't it?”
His mouth twitches.
“Holy shit. I'm a princess.”
“You haven't officially accepted me yet.”
“Oh.”
Well, that's inconvenient.
“So I'm princess adjacent.”
