“Never in all of the winters that I’ve walked on this realm have I ever felt anything close to the love I feel for you, Ilara.” She tenderly brushed a lock of hair from my face, then kissed me. “My king. I love you just as fiercely. You were made for me.” I growled low in my throat before enclosing her in my embrace. She was mine. My eternal mate. My warrior queen. And one day, if it was the last thing I ever did, I would ensure she wore the crown of the Court of Winter.
