For Duty's Sake

They were at the top of the Eiffel Tower when he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his body as they looked out over the City of Light. “Beautiful.”

“It is.” She snuggled back against him. “I want to hold this moment in my heart forever.”

“We can get my bodyguard to take a picture.”

She smiled. He was a crown sheikh; they went nowhere without security, but sometimes that came in handy. Like when getting snapshots of their honeymoon highlights.

At least the security detail didn’t share their suite, just had rooms on either side of them.

“Let’s,” she said, in answer to his suggestion.

He made the request in Arabic and then bent down to kiss her as their guard pressed the button for their picture with Paris at night in the background.

She was breathless and bemused when Zahir lifted his head.

“You are in all the pictures of my future that my heart can see.”

She accepted his words for truth. She understood…she’d never seen a future for herself without him in it, no matter how hard she’d tried to for that brief time.

No wonder he refused to dismiss the idea of an arranged marriage for their child.

It had certainly worked out for them.