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“Pray tell, Moya Samotsvet.”

“I want black sturgeon caviar on warm, butteredblini.The finest sour cream. Andsirnikiwith golden honey. Oh, and a cup ofkopi luwak.”

He laughs softly and kisses the side of my neck. “Anything for my soul.”

“Thank you…my head.”

He tilts his chin down and rubs his lips along my brow. “Are you warm enough?”

“I’m perfectly warm, thank you.”

I smile and fall asleep with the crown brand overlapping the beat of his heart, his ring on my finger, and the promise of no memories but our kingdom, our family, and our life together.

The queen of his empire.

The soul to his head.

The jewel of theassassin.

THE END