Bared To You
Cyril said slowly, “I just want to let you know that I’ll be paying you back for that. It doesn’t matter how long. Even if I die, I’m going to make sure my daughters pay you back.”
The words stunned me. My chest tightened. “I didn’t do that…” I began to protest, shaking my head. I never gave with the thought of repayment. It was the least I could do after all they’d given me. How do you repay shelter? How do you repay love?
“I know you didn’t,” Cyril cut in, his voice firm. “And I’m grateful to you for helping us out. But even if you weren’t a prince, I’d have found a way to pay you back.”