Empress of Fae (Blood of a Fae, #3)

by Briar Boleyn

“Within the courts and palaces of the world, few such tables as this will be found,” Merlin went on. “Why? Because the table is round. There is no head, and there is no foot. Where an individual sits at the table says nothing about their rank or their value. All places at the table are equal. All voices are equally important. That is the significance of this round table, this piece of circular stone that has witnessed so much of our history.”

“As a child, one believes monsters live only in the pages of books. Then one grows up.”

“There are no limits to my love for you, Morgan. When Myntra and Eskira and every place in Aercanum have crumbled into oblivion and the universe itself dissolves into nothing, my heart will still beat for you.”

“I know you would burn the world to the ground and lay it at my feet if I told you it would make me happy.” His lips brushed my neck. “It’s true. I would.”

“I’m glad,” I said as our lips pulled apart. “Glad for what?” She sounded breathless and happy. It was a start. “Glad we’re not enemies anymore.” She smiled briefly. “When I next see you, who knows. The impulse to murder you might return.”

Let the world go up in flames around us. Let her brother sweep the world with his war. I’d let all of Aercanum burn before anything harmed her. That was my silent vow. The one I’d secretly been saying to myself since I’d met her that day in the training courtyard.

“I'd rather be a villain by your side than play the hero for anyone else. The world is dark and vile, but I'd willingly follow you into the depths of hell itself. All I want to do is shield you. Do you understand, Morgan? You're my redemption, good or bad, right or wrong.”