Warriors of Wind and Ash (Merciless Dragons, #2)

by Rebecca F. Kenney

It chafes my soul to know that even in the most civilized kingdoms, war can reduce women to nothing more than empty holes and fertile wombs in the eyes of men.

“Even if she hated me, I would save her,” I say quietly. “Even if she had sworn to crack my ribs open and claw out my heart upon our next meeting, still I would traverse oceans and mountain ranges for her, fly through a forest of voratrice tongues, brave the Mordvorren itself if I could spare her from pain.”

“One more thing,” I say softly. “Just so we’re both very clear on this point. You love me. And I love you back.”

“From this day on, your only title is ‘Queen,’ and I am your captive. My place is wherever you are. My will, my future, and my body are yours.”