Chapter 291

Bathed and dressed in her nighties, Princess Kamara lay in bed, her heart filled with elation and peace for the first time in a long time.

Her Callan—no, Declan—is no peasant after all but a prince. The knowledge was going to take some time to get used to.

At the sound of her door opening, her eyes slipped open. Declan stood at her door dressed in a white coif robe with the rope tied into knots at the front. Her heart fluttered. The temperature of her bedroom seemed to have dropped as her eyes met his.

"Declan." She had no idea what she wanted to say, only that he was too far.

"I think I'm finally ready to take what belongs to me, my lady. I'm ready to make you mine." His cheeks went ruby, but his eyes held hers. "If you are ready..."

Her hand stretched out in beckoning of him. "I have been ready for a long time, my prince." A small almost-shy smile followed the pronunciation of his entitlement.

"No, please call me Declan, my lady," he responded w