Denmark's Final Arranged Marriage

Chapter Twenty-One - 'Afternoon Tea'

I was still on a high after last night's events and even though the new rock on my finger was a reminder that I hadn't been dreaming. That my arranged fiance had indeed asked me for my hand in marriage for the second time already in his desperate attempt to remind me that we aren't getting married because of an arrangement. We simply met thanks to one.

Then there was the true reason behind my high, he had not only proposed to me but he had declared his love for me and showed me in the most intimate way I have ever known.

I loved him for that, among other reasons.

We showered together this morning for the first time and I teased him about having to throw those pants away. He only laughed and shook his head promising to clean them himself but that he wouldn't get rid of those stating they were now his 'lucky' pajama bottoms.

I couldn't help but laugh at him but then again it wasn't like I had any intention of throwing away what I had been wearing. Not a chance.

Brunch had come and gone and the girls were nowhere to be found. Carson saw the worried look on my face and made a few calls and found out their flight had been not only delayed but had actually made an emergency landing in, Iceland which led to passengers getting divided between flights.

Could they have separated those two? Oh God, I knew Gina was as tough as they came but poor Tess, she'd be so lost and after everything that happened.

"They're on their way" I heard Carson say as he tossed his phone on the couch and made his way over to me.

"Yeah, well they were on their way here last night and look all that happened," I said feeling a little overwhelmed by everything having to do with this forsaken flight.

Carson let out a soft laugh as he made his way over to me, his hands gently stroking their way up and down the exposed skin on my arms.

"Relax, Love" I knew he was trying to calm my nerves and I'd be damned if I said it wasn't working.

"They are in the car and should be arriving within the next half hour or so. Adolt, fell ill sometime last night and was taken to the hospital. Father requested one of the royal guards to pick them up." Carson informed me.

"Oh. Is it serious?" I asked, recalling the day I met, Adolt. He had picked me up at the airport and had been so patient with me. I hope he was doing well.

"No. It's just a cold but at his age, a cold can be a little delicate."

"Of course." I sighed just as Carson's hand wrapped around my own.

I couldn't hold back the smile on my face as I watched him lead over to the couch where he took a seat and quickly brought me down onto his lap.

"How do you always know what I need" I whispered. My fingers lacing with his as I watched his thumb stroke mine. I noticed he did that a lot. Played with my fingers I mean, whenever we were silent whether we were reading a book together, watching a movie, even when playing a board game against each other. He would still find the moment to reach over the table taking my hand into his and toy with my fingers.

"I love how you do that," I say now looking up at him.

"And I love doing it. It's my job to always know what you need without you having to tell me" he smiled. His free hand coming up to brush a strand of hair behind my ear.

"I want to be the man who always knows what you need. The man who can read you with one glance and know what is on your mind. To know what troubles you and know what causes that cute little crease you get right here" he touched between my brows and I couldn't help but scrunch up my face at him.