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Atop his snowy head sat no crown. For gods among mortals did not need markers of their divine rule.
It dipped low enough for him to make out the twin indentations in her lower back, as if some god had pressed his thumbs there.
He wished he’d been able to walk. So she could see him crawl toward her.
“After last night’s party, I had thought you would be … preoccupied.” With Chaol. Her brows rose. “All day?” The prince gave her a roguish smile, finishing off his long braid and picking up his spear once more. “I certainly would take all day.”
“They didn’t mention that you’re beautiful.”
“Thank you for tonight,” Chaol said, stifling what tried to leap off his tongue: I can’t take my eyes off you.
It was like waking up or being born or falling out of the sky. It was an answer and a song, and she could not think or feel fast enough.
“I loved you before I ever set eyes on you,” he said. “Please,” Nesryn wept. Sartaq’s hand tightened on hers. “I wish we’d had time.”
Chaol’s back ached thanks to yesterday’s ride and last night’s … other ride. Multiple rides.
A moment of kindness. From a young woman who ended lives to a young woman who saved them.
