Epilogue

STRIKER

One year later

It had been a spectacular year for London and me. Two hundred fifty people who were very dear to our family attended our wedding in front of the spring, followed by the reception in the golf field of my father’s estate.

That was an extraordinary day for me, London, and our family. Rome, Prince Thayer, and the princesses were even there for us. And then we spent a few days on my father’s property in Verona, then Switzerland. Our honeymoon ended in Guardion before we headed home.

One thing we hadn’t accomplished yet was to have a child. We were patient, though. And we were not giving up.

“Maybe we should stop trying.” I ran my finger against her arm as I peppered kisses on her shoulder.

“What do you mean?” She was still giving me her back.

“We’re pressuring ourselves to get pregnant. It’s stressing you.”

“So, you mean to say it’s my fault—”

“No, baby. That’s not what I mean. Let’s leave it be. If we can get p