"You're not a Princess, honey buns," Jeremy trailed his hand on her cheek. He saw his wedding band reflecting the sun and his lips curved to a smile.
He didn't know how how much she remembered of the ring exchange. Her fingers were cold and she almost dropped the ring as she was very nervous.
But yeah... I am married to her!
On her hand placed on her lap was an identical ring to his. The rings turned out great and they fit them both perfectly.
We are married!
"You're a Queen by right," he added and placed a kiss on her cheek.
She really is! At least, according to Alexander Volkonsky and his supporters.
"Queen?" Jerlina was confused.
By right, he says?
"Yeah, my queen," he smiled.
He watched the frown line between her eyebrows melt as her lips curved up. "You're smooth, Jeremy," she chuckled.
God, she's beautiful!
