April

“Her eyes shimmer and spill over as I pull the ring from my pinky, lifting the diamond into her line of sight. Her breath catches briefly, her eyes drifting from the ring and back to me as I gaze up at her and blink, clearing my vision. I’m so fucking gone. “I didn’t steal this,” I manage to say, with a slight lift of my lips. Her lip quivers with her reply. “Non?” “Non. I earned it.” She slowly dips her chin. “And I’ve earned your trust?” “Yes.” “Your loyalty?” “Yes.” “I’ve earned your faith?” “Yes.” “I’ve earned your heart?” “Wholly.” “Your body is mine?’ “Yours. Only yours,” she swears. I push the ring onto her finger. “Make me king?”
― Kate Stewart, The Finish Line