Only time would reveal whether Stefan's presence brought reconciliation or renewed threats. Alexei resolved to watch him very closely, the safety of his new family paramount.In the tense days after Stefan's return, Alexei kept his brother under close watch, wary of deceit but hoping for reconciliation. Stefan seemed humbler and willing to make amends, yet doubts still plagued Alexei.He conceded to let Stefan stay in an isolated wing of the castle, neither fully welcomed nor imprisoned. They had terse but civil conversations, carefully avoiding past grievances. Alexei searched for any sign of deception, but Stefan played the role of penitent well.The court buzzed with speculation about Stefan’s true motives. Katrina urged Alexei to take care, eyes worried whenever Stefan came near the prince. Alexei shared her caution - too much harm had come before from misplaced trust.Late one night Alexei was woken urgently with reports of a suspected assassin caught stealing through the upper
Amy Adams dug through the pile of lace, taffeta, and tulle in her lap, seeking the match to the orphaned silver pump in her hand. The back room of Casa Nostra smelled like garlic, tomato sauce, and failed dry cleaning efforts. “Aha!” She held up the MIA stiletto triumphantly right as her best friend Matt poked his head through the vinyl curtain. “You’re still not ready?” He grimaced at the dressing catastrophe before her. “The gala starts in thirty minutes.” “I’ll be ready in five.” Amy grinned up at him. “I promise this Cinderella won’t turn into a pumpkin before midnight.”Matt rolled his eyes before retreating to the front of the restaurant. As a reward for her years waitressing at Casa Nostra, Matt scored Amy a coveted invite to the annual spring gala held by the New York Botanical Gardens. Rubbing spaghetti stains off her secondhand gown was the closest to a fairy godmother she was gonna get. Slipping into the silver heels, she sighed in satisfaction at her reflection. Not ba
Amy gaped at Viktor, her mind reeling. "You...you want me, a total stranger and nobody, to marry you? The Crown Prince of Valendria?" Her shrill laugh bordered on hysterical. "This has got to be a joke. Or a bizarre dream!" She paced her tiny apartment, emotions swirling - disbelief, uncertainty, and undeniable exhilaration.Viktor captured her hands gently, halting her frenzied movements. "I realize it is a shocking proposition. But I am quite serious." His thumb brushed over her racing pulse. "Despite our acquaintance, I am ceroptain you possess the inner grace and spirit needed to be the next j."Amy searched Viktor's stern features, finding no deception or humor. Could this commanding prince truly wish to make a random waitress his royal wife and lifelong partner? "May I explain further?" he asked politely. At her hesitant nod, Viktor launched into an overview of Valendria's political landscape and succession laws requiring his marriage before his 30th birthday in three months.
Over the next few days, Amy plunged into an exhausting routine of etiquette lessons, public appearances, and gown fittings. The palace staff scrambled to mold the prince's "Cinderella commoner" into an acceptable royal figurehead.Her only comfort was Katerina, the kind lady-in-waiting assigned as her companion. Like a mother hen, Katerina answered Amy's endless questions and soothed her tears of frustration."Be strong, little fox," she would urge. "His Highness would not have selected you unless he saw indomitable spirit beneath your shyness. You must believe in that too."When Amy confided her deepest fears of embarrassing Viktor or damaging his authority, Katerina squeezed her shoulder. "The prince cares nothing for appearances. He seeks only a partner who completes him as person, not position. So show him the real Amy!"Bolstered, Amy decided to take control of her destiny. Slipping free of her watchful retinue one afternoon, she set out exploring the palace's sprawling gardens
The day of Amy and Viktor's engagement gala had arrived. Amy woke early, nerves and excitement churning as her retinue of stylists descended to primp and polish her into a royal vision. Katerina oversaw the chaotic preparations, banishing all but the dress fitters when Amy grew overwhelmed. "Courage, little fox," she crooned. "Tonight your destiny awaits."Hours later when Amy beheld her finished reflection, she barely recognized herself. An ethereal goddess glittered back in the mirror, gowned in flowing silver and jewels that glowed warm against her skin. Viktor himself arrived to escort her downstairs, utterly dashing in his royal regalia."You take my breath away," he declared fervently, pressing a kiss to her bare shoulder that melted Amy's lingering anxiety. No matter the external chaos, Viktor's steadying presence kept her grounded. Arm tucked protectively through his, she glided with natural grace into the spectacular candlelit ballroom.Time blurred into a whirlwind - meet
Weeks after their swift but sweet wedding, Amy flourished into her role as Valendria’s Princess and future Queen. With Viktor’s steadfast love bolstering her, the doubts of others no longer plagued her thoughts. Even the King and Queen Dowager had thawed into cordiality, swayed by their only son’s clear devotion.One golden afternoon, Amy and Viktor escaped to the lush palace gardens for fresh air. Laughing together on a stone bench tucked away from prying eyes by fragrant jasmine bushes, they could pretend themselves just an ordinary newlywed couple, blissfully unburdened by royal obligations.“Ah but I adore you like this.” Viktor nuzzled Amy’s neck, pulling her close onto his lap. “Relaxed and radiant and all mine without tedious appointments or protocol.” His warm lips found hers in a familiar dance that soon turned passionate.Time fell away...until distant calls of their names intruded. Sighing regretfully, Viktor withdrew just as attendants approached round the garden bend. “F
Viktor's protective hold tightened, bracing Amy close as he returned Anastasia's provocative stare . "You have no claim over me in any form," he refuted icily. "I owe you nothing except basic courtesy due your station which you have strained sorely already."Anastasia arched one manicured brow. "Oh? So my assistance securing your military trading rights and small fleet means so little in hindsight?" She leaned nearer with a sly look. "Who helped negotiate that cunning treaty allowing you to thumb your nose at the Russian navy, I wonder?"Viktor stiffened as her bombshell words pierced the hushed audience. Even Amy felt grudging surprise that this exotic ruler wielded such political influence. Anastasia grinned, knowing she scored a hit. "Come Vitya, let us speak privately to revive our...diplomatic ties." When he hesitated, she added in a carrying whisper, "Of course if you refuse friendly talks, sad rumors may spread to our mutual allies about certain illegal naval maneuvers..." L
Nestled deep in the snowy woods, Viktor reined the horses toward a secluded glen. Amy gasped to see a blanket and pillows strewn before a roaring bonfire complete with a picnic basket and champagne bucket.Viktor lifted her down, his smoldering gaze reflecting the wild flames. "I wished to show my endless gratitude for all you endured for my sake, moya. Tonight allow me to worship you properly." He slipped Amy's fur cloak from her shoulders, baring her skin to the fire's heat...and his hungry eye. She trembled anticipating his attention. "Then I am yours to adore as you please, my king."With a throaty growl Viktor bore Amy down into the blankets, claiming her mouth fiercely. She responded with equal urgency, craving physical union after combating foes side by side. Garments peeled away unheeded as they celebrated survival and triumph with primal passion beneath moon and stars. Later Viktor stroked Amy's hair as she dozed against his chest watching the fire sink to embers. "You ar