Page 111 of The Royal Throne
“You didn’t deserve this. I miss you. Every day.” Sabine stood, wiping the tears that slid down her cheeks. “I hope you’ve found happiness wherever you are.” She headed to the castle, back to the wedding celebration, to celebrate the joining of two people in marriage.
It was funny how life continued on. When Alina died, Sabine found it hard to live, hard to breathe, hard to carry on. But she was forced to, and so she did. Her family would never be the same. Life would never be the same. But Alina wouldn’t be forgotten.
Inside, she found the celebration in full swing. People were dancing in the middle of the room while others sat eating at the tables around the perimeter.
“Sister,” Viktor said, coming to stand at her side. “Have you met my wife, Carin?” He pointed his chin to the dance floor where Carin was dancing with their father.
“I have.” She wondered how Carin felt about coming to Bakley and marrying Viktor. “How’s it going?”
“I never thought I would marry for political reasons.” He lifted a single eyebrow. “But I think I lucked out. Carin is beautiful, funny, witty. We seem to get along.”
“That’s all well and good, but remember—she’s an assassin.” She tried to keep her lips from pulling into a smile. “I wouldn’t tease or upset her too much.”
Viktor’s head tilted toward Sabine. “Thank you for that information. I will keep that in mind every night when I sleep by her side,” he deadpanned.
At that, Sabine burst out laughing. She missed joking with her brothers.
The song ended and Carin and Franz came over and joined them. Viktor took his wife’s hand and he twirled her into the medley of dancers.
“Can I have a turn with my baby girl?” Franz asked.
“I would love that.”
The song that started was a slower tune, giving them the opportunity to talk.
“I’ll give you a full update tomorrow when we have a chance to speak in private,” Sabine assured him.
“I’m more concerned with how you’re doing.”
“I don’t want to talk about anything related to Lynk right now. Today, I just want to celebrate and be happy with my family.” Tomorrow she could tell him all that had happened.
“I can understand that.” He filled her in on the town gossip, her nephews’ antics, renovations to the stables, how her horse missed her, and how her mother seemed to be doing much better.
Sabine took it all in. The familiar faces, the fragrant flowers, the feel of home.
Someone tapped her shoulder, and she glanced to see who it was.
Two green eyes were staring right at her, amused.
“Evander?” She spun around to face him.
“At your service,” he said with a bow. “I came for my sister’s wedding.” The corners of his lips pulled up as he fought a smile. “It’s good to see you, Princess Sabine.”
“I’ll let the two of you finish this dance,” Franz said. “I’m going to go find my wife.” He patted Sabine on the shoulder before leaving.
“Dance with me.”
Her heart picked up, beating faster as she put her hands on Evander.
“I hear you’re missing a husband,” he said, amusement sparkling in his eyes.
“I am.” She wanted to ask him why he didn’t save her that night in the army camp.
“Is the position open?”
Her brows pulled together in confusion.
“Because if it is,” he went on, “I’d like the opportunity to fill the role.”
