STOLEN by Dani Wyatt & Nikolai Andrew

Author:Dani Wyatt & Nikolai Andrew [Wyatt, Dani & Andrew, Nikolai]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-08-13T18:30:00+00:00

Bors

In one second, she went from being my future wife to my future queen.

Beneath her left buttock, right where she would never see no matter how she twisted herself, she bore the unmistakable mark of the stolen royal—a crescent moon with a star in its hollow. I had seen the image many times over the past eighteen years, on banners that hung from the castle battlements a hundred miles to the east, on the royal guards’ ornamental shields, on parchment pinned to inn walls in every town close to the capital.

Once a year, the town crier in the capital shouted the same words, holding aloft the symbol for all to see:

Hear ye, hear ye, one and all. Should any subject of this kingdom see this mark upon the body of a young woman, present the woman before King Rowan, for she is the lost daughter of the realm and the heir to the throne. Hear ye, hear ye…

I was fucking stunned. Of course, the town crier had never mentioned where on the young woman’s body that mark would be found. It would be a shocking disrespect to the kingdom to mention such a place. I could hardly believe it myself, and yet it wasn’t hard to believe at all. She’d been my princess from the beginning. This was just confirmation of what I’d known in my gut all along.

“What do you mean, the man that raised me is not my father?” Sara asked, tears glazing her brilliant-green irises. “Bors, what’s going on, what do my birthmarks have to do with it?”

She was the missing royal. Chosen. Fucking blessed by God himself.

All the instincts that had told me I wasn’t good enough for her were true.

More true than I could have imagined, yet it didn’t make any difference. She was mine now, and the king and God and the entire fucking army would never take her from me.

Their authority would never take precedence over the authority of my heart.

I took her face in my hands, sweeping her tears aside. “Sara, you’re the lost princess. You’re the heir to the throne.”

Her smile broke through her confusion, then she laughed. “I’m no such thing.”

Now I made sure she could tell I was serious, deadly serious. “You are though, Sara. Your father…” I reached down to her ass, slipping my fingers under her lush flesh, revealing the mark, tracing it. “Your real father is the king.”

Her hand darted to mine as I splayed my fingers, letting hers feel the mark. “That’s crazy. Because of one birthmark? It’s just a birthmark, Bors, it’s not some divine symbol. I have dozens.”

“Not like this.”

She shook her head. “I’m just a girl from Weschail. You know that.”

She was anything but just a girl, princess or not. Still, I knew I was going to have to prove it to her. I grabbed my britches, searching through the pockets, but not finding what I was looking for.

“Wait here,” I said, and went to my bags, returning with the paper clutched between my fingers.

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