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“One day, my love, Lumera will pay for her betrayal. Her people will not shine so bright. Her descendants will fall, and ours will rise. Then will enter your reign…the era of night.”
And so this story has been told to the dark fae children, to the generations of night, as they wait for their turn to rule the world.
“You will not be my concubine.” He tilted his head, watching me intently. “You will be the mother of my heir.”
“Firstborn? Are you expecting more than one child from me?” One shoulder lifted in a casual shrug, which was not disarming in the least. “You may enjoy my company in your bed and decide to give me more.”
“This news will be spread everywhere. If they think me monstrous, so be it. But all will know the consequences to anyone who dares touch what is mine. That goes for my land, my property, and you.”
I wondered if the gods blessed me or hated me by giving me this feisty harpy of a moon fae. For the way I wanted her was frightening, humiliating, and all-consuming. While she despised me. As she should. She would hate me more after the Rite of Servium.
“These wings carried you to me.” His grip tightened as he whispered against my skin. “Where you belong.”
“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.”
“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.”
“Hear me now,” stated Goll in a low, lethal voice. “Let it be known now.” His voice rumbled with a quiet fury. “Mizrah Una is to be respected. As the rightful vessel of my heir, she is sacred. Untouchable. Mine. Speak ill of her, you will regret it. Touch her, and you will die.”
