Marella considered the king. “Whatever you would like . . . you are the king, after all.” She grinned at him. Aegir was her soulmate-unbelievable. There was something about him. . . . Or maybe that was just the tie. “It might in fact even be considered a scandal if there is no celebration to mark the discovery of a king’s soulmate,” she joked. Marella may be an aloof sailor, but that didn’t mean she had no sense of humor, or that she couldn’t open up. Years at sea had prepared her for any situation. She found she could quite cope. “I will be your queen. Perhaps children. It would be an honor, Aegir,” she answered him fully. Marella’s heat was jackhammering. Was she, a modest sailor from who-knows-where, really going to be a queen? She would hardly admit to her excitement and shock if anyone asked her, but she had to admit the feelings were a novelty. And to think it was a man who was making her feel this way.

“I’ll pull you in like the waves of the sea . . .”