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TAREK DID MAKE more vows to Olivia. He made several every night, often while he was lost in her body. He never could get enough of being so close to her. Of being so connected, so loved, when he had spent so many years alone.

With her, he relished a great many things he had forgotten to want. Soft beds, good food. Birthday cakes that were never thrown away, and always shared together. Smiling. Olivia gave him so many reasons to smile. And less than a year after they were married she gave him yet one more.

Olivia walked into their shared bedchamber. They had not spent one night apart since he had come to get her in Alansund all those months ago. And, not coincidentally, he no longer had nightmares. There were no more ghosts in the halls of the palace. They had all been laid to rest by her.

“I have some news for you,” she said, her tone serene. But he was not fooled, because it was the same tone she had used when she had first come to the palace and proposed a marriage agreement between them. It was the tone she often used when she was about to broach something quite monumental and was trying to catch him off guard.

So strange to know another person so well. So wonderful.

“Unless you have invaded Germany, I imagine we can deal with it.”

“No,” she said, waving her hand, “no invasions today. However, I have been to see the doctor.”

“Have you?”

“It seems that you are finally going to get your heir.” And that was where her serene front ended. Tears welled in her eyes, and a smile broke out across her face. “But more important than that, we’re going to have a baby.”

Tarek took his wife into his arms, pressing a kiss to her lips, and then everywhere else he could reach.

She laughed. “I take it you’re happy?”

He was a man who had spent many years believing he was stone. A man who had resigned himself to spending life alone. And in his arms he held the most beautiful woman in the entire world, who had just told him she was going to give birth to a baby. His baby.

He was suddenly so full, he could scarcely breathe.

“I did not know such happiness existed until you,” he said, kissing her again.

She closed her eyes and breathed in deep, as though she was relishing him. No one had ever relished him before. No one except for her. “Neither did I, Tarek. Neither did I.”