CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
When Enrique arrived back at the castle, he headed to his room, slightly buzzed but happier than ever. He was glad he’d gone out tonight. The men thought Enrique and Madeleine made a good match. That she wasn’t indifferent to him. That love was possible.
Remembering her kiss, he touched his mouth.
Karl was correct.
Enrique had fallen in love with his princess bride. He loved Madeleine. Loved her mind, body, and soul. She wasn’t ready to love him, but his love for her was strong enough to get them through until she caught up.
With Madeleine at his side, all his dreams would come true.
She was what he’d wished to find.
He hurried to her bedroom.
It hurt not being able to tell her how he felt, but he could ask for a kiss. That wouldn’t be too much, especially if seei
