A Kingdom of Frost and Fear (The Four Kingdoms, #2)

by Whitney Dean

I would hand over my crown and title if it meant being her jester because I was a fool for her.

Too cute

Zeke would find me. He always did.

Giving OUAT

“You are my sin incarnate, and I am your death.” “Raven,” he whispered, searching my eyes, “you are fire, my love. Harness your fear and fight with your fire.” I would. We were going to take Reales. And I was going to kill my sister.

“I promise to love you with my entire being, every part of you, drowning you in it. To love your darkness, your fury, to never ask that you hide any part of who you are. To protect your heart. And to cherish you, Raven, to love you in this lifetime, and all others.”

I had a family name. One that I could give our children someday.

“Light is easy to love, easier to trust and simplistic,” he whispered against my hair, “but we fell in love under dark skies, and mine was pitch black before I met you.”

“The night you came into my life, Raven, I started seeing the light. Slowly, the black lightened enough for something else to shine through.”

“You, my love. You shot across my sky like a burning star, and I needed that fire because I felt so cold and lost without you— so hopeless and full of despair.” He slowly turned me to face him and wiped the tears from my eyes. “Never underestimate the magic you hold; I am not speaking of your elements or ribbons.” He put his hand against my heart. “I am talking about this. You are magic; your very being, your soul, and as dreadful as you may believe it to be, you are a light, Raven. You are my light.”

“You are this. You have put me back together and allowed me the ability again to wish, to believe. And I will spend every day, Raven, every night, giving you the same. Nothing about you will ever change that.”