Page 162 of The Wolf Prince

“Do you have a throne?”

“No.”

“Disappointing. Crown?”

Silence.

Oh.

My.

Goddess.

My eyes widen.

“You have a crown!”

“We're getting off topic.”

“Grimm Palermo, do you own a freaking crown?”

“I don't own it. It belongs to the principality.”

“That is the most prince answer you could possibly have given me.”

He rubs a hand over his face. I am delighted.

Possibly delirious, but mostly delighted.

Then another thought hits me.

A big one.

“If you're a prince and I'm your mate...”

I trail off.

His eyes narrow. I point between us.

“Does that make me a princess?”

“Agatha.”

The warning in his voice only encourages me.

“It does, doesn't it?”

His mouth twitches.

“Holy shit. I'm a princess.”

“You haven't officially accepted me yet.”

“Oh.”

Well, that's inconvenient.

“So I'm princess adjacent.”