The prince got up as well. “Wait.” He ran a hand through his hair. “You must realize that I loved your mother. I was forced to marry, to produce heirs. It’s my duty. But I’ve never cared about anyone the way I cared about Cecily. And I’ve lost her forever, but you’re all there is left of her, and I beg you not to walk away from me, please.”
“You’re the Tramet heir,” said Tramet. “I have no children. You’re all there is. Please.”
Ariana sat back down.
Keirth looked at her. “Ariana?”
“Keirth, he’s obviously your father. You look just like him. And the Tramet title is going to die with the duke without anyone to inherit it. We can’t simply leave like we thought we could,” she said.
“But this isn’t what you want,” he said. “This isn’t what we want. And besides, I’m a convicted murderer.”
“Oh,” said the prince, “considering the evidence that Nigel has compiled, I don’t think that will be an issue for much longer.”
“We agreed,” said Keirth, staring into her eyes, “we didn’t want to be tied down. We wanted to be free, to go from place to place.”
“Nothing’s saying you can’t do that if you assume the title,” said Tramet.
“I couldn’t take care of Cecily,” said the prince. “You must let me at least take care of her child.”
Keirth sighed heavily. He sat back down next to Ariana.
She lifted her chin. “The sector destroyed Cecily. If we stay, we’ll want to use our position to help women like her.”
The prince caught Ariana’s gaze with his own. He nodded slowly. “Yes, absolutely. You couldn’t be more right.”
Epilogue
One year later...
Ariana poked her head into the bridge of the ship. “We getting off the ground soon?”
Keirth looked up from the console. “Yeah, as soon as my father stops sending me messages trying to convince us to take servants along. He doesn’t believe that we can rehydrate food ourselves.”
Ariana plopped into the seat next to him. “But we never take servants.”
“And yet,” said Keirth.
Such were the trials of being the next Duke of Tramet and the son of the prince, even if he wasn’t legitimately recognized by the queen as an heir to the crown of the sector. Being the Tramet heir was responsibility enough.
But the prince had been as good as his word, doing what he could to help the plight of women in the sector. He’d set up a trust for the families of Risciter’s victims. It seemed that the dead women on Hallon were the tip of the iceberg. Risciter had traveled far and wide, leaving bodies in his wake. Ariana and Keirth were the executors of the trust, and they across the galaxy, finding families and giving them what help they could.
When they weren’t hunting down the victims’ families, they spent their time working on ways to keep prostitutes safer, lobbying for quicker responses by police, helping brothels get the funding to hire guards and install security systems.
And they also traveled to numerous speaking engagements throughout the galaxy, appearing on panels and giving talks about the role of women in the sector and the way that current social rules hurt them. When Keirth told the story of his mother, there was never a dry eye in the place.
With the support of the prince, things were changing. It wasn’t happening overnight, but progress was being made. From Ariana’s perspective, it was a long time coming.
They were moving most of the time, which was the important thing. Ariana didn’t know if she could handle staying in one place for long.
But she was eager to get moving on this trip, because it wasn’t business but instead a much needed social trip to visit Gordic and Winda, who’d just had their first baby. Ariana had an entire room of the ship filled up with baby gifts. She couldn’t wait to see them.
“He seems to have gotten the message,” said Keirth, grinning over at Ariana. “At least he hasn’t sent me anything in the last few minutes.”
“Quick,” she said. “Get moving before he does.”
Keirth began to press keys on his console. “Strap in, sweetheart. We’re taking off.”
“Finally,” she said, glorying in the whirs and moans the ship made as it left the ground. She watched on the visual as the world slipped away, as they burst through the clouds, through the blue sky, as it darkened around them and the stars appeared. This was home. And Keirth was here, so everything was perfect.
Keirth punched at the console again. “We’re making the jump to hyperspace,” he told her.
She held her breath as the ship accelerated and watched as everything stretched out in front of her before it exploded into streaming lights.
Keirth switched off the visual.
“I like hyperspace,” she pouted.
“Gives me a headache,” Keirth muttered. He unstrapped and got out of his chair. “Besides, I have better ideas for how we should spend our time besides staring at the visual the whole trip.”
Ariana unstrapped herself, arching an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?”
He pulled her against his hard chest, pressing his lips on her neck.
She sighed as he kissed his way up to her ear.
His whisper was ragged. “I am going to make you come so many times, you won’t be able to move by the time we get to the Pyrneth system.”
She laughed. “You better, boy. You’ve got a lot to make up for.”
He rolled his eyes. “Are you ever going to let that go, sweetheart? It was one time. One time. You didn’t have an orgasm one time. The first time, may I add.”
She grabbed him by his belt and tugged him out of the bridge.”We’ll see, won’t we? Maybe I will let it go. It all depends on what you do for me now.”
With a growl, he lifted her in his arms and carried her back through the ship. She giggled as he threw her down on the bed and held her arms up for him. “I love you Keirth Transman.”
“I love you,” he said.
Outside, their ship tunneled through hyperspace, and swirls of bright light surrounded them, cradling them. They were moving so fast, ripping through the stars. Together.
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