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“I was seeking something I did once when I was fifteen. I didn’t find it before I was taken into Näkt Mir’s dungeon and tortured near to death,” she spat angrily. “I thought I could find it now that I was within my rights to be in this territory.” I couldn’t process what it was that she sought so many years ago and still sought, my mind spinning with other questions.
“I swear upon Vix himself, I will keep only one mate—my mizrah. For as long as I draw breath, there will only be you.” He held me tighter, eyes slipping closed as he whispered, “Only you.”
“Yes, my mizrah. Come on your king’s cock.” I wasn’t exactly proud of the fact that my body always wanted to obey Goll. But in that moment, coming as he commanded sent my spirit into heady oblivion.
“Can’t we just stay here?” She combed her fingers through my hair. It was more than I could’ve ever dreamed, that she’d want me like this. Like I wanted her. I pressed my forehead to hers. “We will have many more moments like this, Una.” “You promise?”
“It’s interesting. I never thought to see you, King Gollaya, kneeling at my feet.” I finished lacing her boot and looked up at her. “Interesting. I feel like I’ve always been here.”
“Will you show me your book of visions?” She turned her head to catch my gaze, her expression soft and open. “Of course, I will. I want to show you. I want you to help me.”
Athelyn clenched his jaw, his mouth a grim line. “Gael has resigned his station at Issos. He has returned to his home estate in Mevia to lead the House of Ryleen.” Stunned, I stated, “You mean he has abandoned my brother when he needs him most. Because of me.” Athelyn, ever the proper diplomatic Issosian, did not reply. He didn’t need to.
Clearing my throat, I straightened and said, “Please assure Baelynn that all is truly well. Tell him that I am sure my path is guided by the gods here.” Though I wasn’t sure it was our Goddess Lumera anymore.
“And how is the rebuilding going?” I asked, knowing that would be a monumental task. “Better than we could’ve imagined. Of course”—he chuckled—“the wraith fae are brawnier than our lot, and that actually makes them much better builders.” Pursing my brow in confusion, I asked, “What do you mean the wraith fae are better builders?” “The conscripts King Gollaya sent us.”
