“Reyna, the Stars to my Stone, the roots of my tree, the clouds of my sky—” “Oh Gods,” Reyna said, but she was smiling wide. “That too. Will you marry me?” Reyna bounced like a kid in a bakery. Her eyes were alight as she threw her arms around Kianthe’s neck, kissed her passionately. “Of course I’ll marry you, you ridiculous mage. It took you long enough to ask.” “You told me to wait!” “Well, I got impatient.”
