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“If a kiss
is the reward, my Queen, I’ll get on my knees for you whenever you want.”
His touch was the changing of the seasons, the dead, cold grey of winter thawing and giving way to the colorful hope of
spring. The promise of something new, something exquisitely alive.
“It can. If the love is true, there’s nothing it won’t endure.”
“You are my Queen, and I am your sword. Point me at your enemies, and watch them fall. Lead this world, Diem, and I will follow you—into war, into death, into the tundra of hell itself.”
“I want every breath, every laugh, every tear. Every taste of your mouth, every inch of your skin. I want to kneel at your feet, soaked in the blood of your enemies, then worship your body until you scream my name.” His hands slid to my hips and tugged me closer. “Yes, Diem, I want to serve you—in every way a man can.”
I would marry every person in that entire wretched House before I’d let that happen. You cannot ask me to stand back and do nothing.” His hands gripped at my waist. “I will not let you die.”
Please, I begged my godhood. Abandon me if you must, but not him. We have to save him.
“I would have walked into the flaming heart of the sun itself,” he shot back. “If you are suffering, nothing will keep me from coming to your aid. Least of all something as trivial as death.”
Of course, of course it wasn’t Luther—it was Aemonn who killed that child in cold blood and rode away without a care.
If you take her from me, I will come for you, too.
“If anyone you loved was going through this, you would be there for every step of it, no matter how dangerous it was. You deserve someone who’s willing to do the same for you.”
“Burn, my Queen. Glow so bright, the darkness trembles.”