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Demyan pulled Chanel into his ar back “That is better”
“You missed me”
“I spend all day without you at work”
“But it was different here”
“Yes”
“Worried the mom of your heart would let slip too many of your secrets?” she teased, unprepared for the clearly guilty look that crossed his features “What?”
He shook his gorgeous head “Nothing”
“Demyan?”
“She is the mother of my heart”
“Have you told her and the king you filed for an official nae?”
“They will hear when the priest na the ceremony”
“You’re a closet romantic, aren’t you?”
“I am no romantic, Chanel”
“You just go on thinking that” Then a truly horrific thought assailed her “Are people going to call me Princess after we are married?”
“Are you going to refuse toway too serious
“I’ to refuse to -out-you’re-royalty thing”
He nodded, as if he understood, but how could he? He’d grown up knohat he was
“So, about the princess thing” She wasn’t willing to let this go Chanel wanted an answer
He’d left enough out up to this point
“That depends on my uncle”
“If he calls me princess”
“Then others will”
“Oh” Considering the cool reception she’d received fro to call her princess anytime soon