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Lady Sarah steps in, wearing her nightclothes under a fluffy ivory robe and a chastising expression. Behind her glasses, her eyes narrow on Henry.
“So this is how it’s going to be, then? Married only a few days and I already have to search the palace to drag my husband to bed?”
Henry goes to Sarah, like an invisible rope is reeling him to her. “Dragging me to your bed is something you’ll never have to do, love. You can even tie me there whenever you like, and I’ll be happy to reciprocate.”
He kisses her mouth, as she blushes deep and bright.
She leans back. “Then why are you down here instead of up there with me?”
“There was an emergency.”
“What kind of an emergency?”
“You’re not going to believe it.”
“Try me.”
“Logan and Ellie are fucking.”
She automatically glances at me, and her cheeks deepen to a shade of crimson. “I’m sure there’s a more delicate way to word that, Henry.”
Henry nods, soberly. “You’re right, I’m sorry. Let me try again: Logan and Ellie are humping, like insatiable randy bunnies, all over the palace.”
Sarah shakes her head. “You’re hopeless.”
The Prince grins broadly. “It’s part of my charm.”
“What am I going to do with you?”
Henry kisses her again. “Take me to bed. Obviously.
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