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Remember, Moonflower, it is always darkest just before dawn.
There was such peace in acceptance.
“Shh, my warrior,” he said with remarkable softness. “Do not think of it now. Rest. I’ve got you.”
“I want you every minute of the day.”
“If you knew the sordid thoughts I’ve had, Silla, you’d run the other way.”
“You’re precious, and you deserve to be treated as such.”
“You deserve sweet, Silla. You deserve kind. You deserve to be worshipped and respected and treated right.”
“Let me make this clear to you, Silla. There is nothing uncertain in how I want you.”
“I want you,” he said in a bare whisper. “More than air. More than anything in this gods damned world, Silla.” She blinked back tears. He took a deep breath. “You make me happy, Sunshine—so damned happy it terrifies me. But the thought of losing you terrifies me even more. I want this. I want you…us.” Rey paused. “And if you never want to be Eisa, it won’t change how I feel. If you wish to rest, I will shield you from harm. If you want to fight, I will draw my sword beside you. If you want a hundred chickens, I will build you a hen-fortress.”
“It begins with frost and ends with fire,” said Harpa, taking a deep breath. “Rökkur is coming. The twilight of our world.”
