“Will you show me more of this place?” she asked, rubbing at her face to erase the tears. “More of Iniquity?” he asked, surprised, feeling a little of the warmth drain from his face. “Yes,” she said. “Do I have a choice?” They had just reconciled, and he really did not feel like fighting anymore, though he had to admit, the fact that she had asked to see more and not left him in a hurry was promising. “If I am ever to be your queen? No.” She had a point. If she eventually agreed to marry him, she was going to inherit more than a kingdom. She would have an empire.
