It was too early to be up, but with Christina’s future happiness at stake, lack of sleep was the least of her worries, and she couldn’t exactly tell Prince Richard to leave her alone for a few hours. Only six more days to remove the ring from her finger, or he’d lose his throne. Unless they didn’t have a full seven days to remove the ring. She had no idea how they counted “one week to wed.” She hoped she didn’t have to find out.
Christina stood in the en suite bathroom with Prince Richard. Someday, she might look back on this situation and laugh. Boy, she hoped so. Stifling a yawn, she held out her arm to him.
With gentle hands, he wrapped an elastic bandage around her left hand and wrist. “How does that feel?”
Much too good. The light caresses of his fingertips against her skin shot sp
