A Royal Without Rules(66)

By: Caitlin Crews

He kissed her again, bringing her attention back to him.

“I suspect they’ll find a way to work past the shame,” he said, amused, “when their daughter is a princess and the Righetti lands and fortunes are restored to their former glory by an eternally grateful monarch. I suspect they will discover that, secretly, they supported you all along.”

Her smile then was like the sun, warm and bright, lighting up all the dark places inside him. Filling in the hollows. He would do the same for her, he vowed. He would take away the darkness. He would bathe her in light until she had no shadows left to haunt her.

He would spend the rest of his life chasing them away, one by one. She was right—he loved a challenge.

“I’ve never been scandalous on purpose,” she said then, as if the idea thrilled her.

Pato laughed. “I’ve never been anything else. You’ll catch on. We can practice at my brother’s wedding. I believe we’re already late.”

“It shouldn’t be too hard,” she told him, in that way of hers that made him want to lock the door and indulge himself in the perfect taste of her, especially when she looked at him as if she saw nothing but forever in his gaze. Then she smiled. “Rule number seven. I’m a Righetti. Scandal is in my blood.”