Prince Hallmar touched a hand to Princess Caroline’s cheek. Her skin was soft, and this close to her, he could smell the light scent she wore.
His people didn’t wear scent, but he liked it anyway.
“You are certain you wish to go through with this? You would be my wife with all the responsibilities that accompany the position.”
She leaned into his large palm, them smiled up at him. “I except you will make them enjoyable.”