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“plea-se, you didn’t do anything wrong” I tell her searching her eyes. “So don’t apologize to me either you had to put the kids first”.
“But I did it without consulting them. I had no idea that they wanted to live here, that they would have stayed. In some ways, I made all the decisions for them.”
“Like a mother would do.”
“Yes but that’s not what I want to do or want to be. I want to talk to them, value their opinions because I do value their opinions. Treat them like adults.”
“But they aren’t adults. They aren’t your kids either. They are your brothers and sisters. You’re doing the best you can and I promise you I don’t blame you at all for leaving. Not even a little. You protected them.”
“And yet I didn’t realize how strong they were,” she says. “Stronger than I thought.” She ru-bs herl-ips together, exhaling throu-gh her nose. “I’m sorry I left, Viktor. I know better than to run. I didn’t think I was strong enough and it scared me but I am strong enough. You made me believe that, you did. You made me believe in myself, that I can do anything, and I can’t thank you enough. You mean the world to me. You are my world. Mitt liv, mitt allt.”
“God you’re S-xy when you speak Swedish,” I murmur before I k!ssher. Herl-ips to mine light off a thousand explosions inside of me and it takes a lot of energy to remember my plan.
I pu-ll away and she’s blu-shing. “I almost forgot how you make me feel,” she admits breathlessly.
“How do I make you feel?”
She gives me a sweet smile. “Always more, never less.”
Well fv¢k me.
I thought this proposal was going to be [email protected] enough but she’s got me all choked up and I haven’t even started.
“I have to show you something.”
I take her hand and I lead her up the stairs all the way to my be-droom – our be-droom.
“Show me something, huh,” she says slyly. “It’s been awhile.”
I laugh. “Yes, that’s later, I promise you,” I tell her pu-lling her across the room to the windows.
I face her, my back to the window, blocking her view.
“Are you re-ady?”
“Uh, for what? plea-se don’t tell me this is some new Swedish adrenaline sport where you jump out of windows into the snow because I’ve seen the Russian versions of that and they never end well.”
“No,” I tell her firmly.
Then I step aside and gesture with flourish to the window.
She walks over to it and peers outside.
I glance over her shoulder to see the letters written in the snow:
Will You Merry Me?
“Ah, helvete,” I swear.
fv¢king Nick can’t spell.
Maggie bur-sts out laughing.
I shake my head, my nerves dancing up a storm in my stomach. I’m so mad at Nick, even though it’s pretty hilarious. Most of all…fv¢k. How is she going to say yes now?
“Can we start over?” I ask her.
I drop down on one knee and take her hand and suddenly she st©ps laughing. Maybe she’s realizing just how serious this is.
Because I’ve never been so serious about something in my whole life.
“I had a whole speech planned out,” I tell her. “A speech that was supposed to come before, well, that but you distracted me and I realized, if you don’t know how I alre-ady feel then no speech will convince you. All I nee-d to ask of you is if you’ll marry me. If you’ll be my wife. My princess. My future queen. If you’ll stand by my side no matter where we are in the world, as long as we are together. If you’ll take on new family as I take on yours. If you promise to love me as I promise to –“
“Can I say yes now?” she interrupts me, nodding her head and smiling from ear to ear.
I grin at her. “You haven’t let me finish.”
“And you said there would be no speech. So can I say yes?”
“Yes,” I tell her. “Yes you can say yes.”
I don’t think I’ve ever felt happier, luckier, in all my life.
I quic-kly fish out the ring as if she might change her mind and then I sl!pit on her f!nger. It’s way too big and about to fall off.
“Oh,” she says looking down at it. “It’s…clas-sic.”
“It’s Nick’s,” I explain. “I asked if I could borrow it though now I think I should keep it after that typo. Hold on.”
I get on my feet and, still holding onto her hand, I shuffle over to my drawer where I fish out the original ring, the one I had bought for her. It’s expensive, with rare lavender-colored stones and a lot of diamonds – it’s the kind of ring a princess would wear.
I take it out of the box with one hand while still holding onto her hand with the other and then drop back down on one knee again.
She [email protected] loudly, the ring reflected in her wi-de eyes.
“Miss Maggie Mayhem McPherson,” I tell her, staring up at her. “Will you do me the honor of becoming Crown Princess Margaret of Sweden?” I pause. “I’m not really sure how the last names work with us, I’ll have to get back to you on that,” I add.
She laughs, tears in her eyes. Happy tears. “Again, yes. Yes!”
I quic-kly take Nick’s ring off and sl!pthe right ring, her ring, on.
It fits perfectly.
Meant to be.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” she cries out.
I get to my feet. “It’s happening,” I tell her, pu-lling her toward me into a de-ep, long k!ss. “And it was always meant to be.”
“I’m so happy I walked in on you n-ked,” she says and I laugh.
“I’m so happy you liked what you saw.”
A throat clears by the door and Maggie and I whirl around to see my father and mother standing there in the doorway. Judging by their faces, they either clearly just heard what we said about being n-ked, or they disapprove of this engagement.
Then my mother walks in, pressing her palms together.
“Did she say yes?” she asks me, a tremor of excitement in her voice, her eyes brighter than I’ve seen in a long time.
I look at Maggie. “Did you say yes?” I joke. “I can’t remember.”
“I said yes,” Maggie says, proudly showing off her ring. “Always yes, never less.”
“That could be a new motto,” I tell her though I have to admit, having my parents suddenly here in on our moment is bringing a new wave of tension. I have no idea what they’re going to say.
Always more, never less? What if they say more bad things and less good things?
My father strolls in, hands behind his back, going into father lecture mode.
I just hope whatever he says doesn’t dampen the joy we’re both feeling right now. I won’t let it.
“I’ll make this as brief as I did with Miss McPherson yesterday,” my father says in his de-ep voice. He looks to me. “Viktor, I love you. You’re my son. You’re our son and we want what’s best for you. I know we haven’t been the best parents but we tried the best we could given the roles that we have. We have done what we can to ensure you have a secure and happy life. Sometimes I think we’ve failed you and I know that we failed Alex, on many levels. I know we’ll never forgive ourselves for it and I know that those scars don’t heal.”
He takes in a de-ep breath. “But the mistakes we made with him, we don’t want to make with you. Maybe it’s too late but it’s never too late to try and be better, is it? It’s never too late to start over again and we just want you to be happy. And with her, you are.” He glances at Maggie who is smiling at him with shining eyes. “I had a talk with Maggie yesterday about this very thing and it turns out your mother and I have more in common with her than we thought. We may come from different backgrounds, different countries, but our de-sires are all the same and that is the de-sire to do better and be better for those around us. Maggie is an exceptional young woman and we’re sorry we didn’t grasp that until it was almost too late. Seeing how she was at Christmas, seeing how she handled the situation with April with poise.”
He pauses and manages a small smile. “Well, an attempt at poise. I wanted to hit that man too. But in all of that, I saw a woman who wasn’t after you for your title or your money. She wasn’t after being a princess. She was after love and when she knew she had to protect the others, she left to protect another type of love. I know it was a [email protected] choice and who knows if it was the right choice. But, regardless, the both of you are here together now and that’s all that matter. Viktor, you have our complete blessing on this engagement. You couldn’t have picked a better woman to stand by your side.”
I blink, unable to process this.
I’m so stunned I can [email protected] move.
The engagement, my father’s words, the way that my mother is looking at the two of us adoringly.
Maggie squee-zes my hand. “The king just spoke to you, you should say something.”
My first thought is to kneel. That’s what you do in front of a king, to show your respect. But kneeling is not enough.
I walk over to him, throw my arms around him and hold on ti-ght.
I can’t remember the last time I hvgged my father but as he just said, it’s never too late to start again.
He hvgs me back, a quic-k squee-ze, but that means more to me than anything else he’s ever done.
“Thank you,” I tell him, my words broken with emotion.
He gives me a wry smile and taps the side of my cheek. “You’re welcome.”
Then he looks to my mother. “We should really leave these two lovebirds alone, Elin.” He holds out his arm to her and she takes it with all the grace of a queen.
They walk out of the room just as he turns to her and says, “We’ll let them get back to their n-ked talk. I have a feeling we were interrupting something.”
“Oh Arvid,” my mother chides him as the door shuts behind them.
I can’t st©p smiling.
I turn to Maggie.
“Speaking of n-ked,” I say to her, gr-abbing her hand and leading her to the be-d. “How about I make you feel like a queen?”
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The swedish prince Episode 35
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