“I didn’t expect to love a queen of Rothen. I couldn’t help it. I’m sorry. You are inescapable.” She kissed him where his jawline met his neck. “Don’t be sorry. I’m fine. You’ll be all right. If we can get you to a healer—” “Stop,” he said, and with every word, his breaths grew slightly more labored. “I’m not sure you’re aware, but these are called the Death Games for a reason.”
