I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
My prince grabbed my left hand; his eyes were damp as they formed tears while he stared lovingly into my eyes. He was no longer paying any mind to those around us.
Though, only days ago, I was walking down the aisle to be Mrs. Tucker and now I was being asked again for my hand.
"For far too long I've let others dictate what I should be doing; what we should be doing. I believe it's time for us to just say, 'fuck it?'" He smirked at me.
There was no way this could be real. I felt my mind was making me feel good, fulfilled, while in reality I was experiencing some unbelievable pain and it was simply protecting me.
But as I stood there, my bare feet upon the table, in front of the rest of the royals and their guards with Oliver on a knee in front of me, it became apparent that it wasn't just a mind trick; The Ambrose Prince, the love of my life, was actually asking me to marry him.
