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Find the woman Samkiel worships and see if she can be the undoing of secrets I wish I had spoken before my demise. I must make her see, or I fear all hope shall be lost. -
She held someone more precious to me than a throne or a crown or the air I breathed. Dianna was more precious to me than any world or realm. I would sacrifice it all for her and not think twice about it.
“You, therefore, I, tool of gods, decimator of those who walk or slither. Made of light, made of wind. Swords so sharp our foes shall bend For in a war between gods, no one wins.”
I may wield Oblivion, but it seemed Dianna controlled it. It responded readily when she was in danger, and it had since the first time she was taken from me. Now, it retreated, easing like a compliant beast beneath her touch.
"I'd kiss the ground you walk on if you gave me such a gift." "You already do. Do something else."
"I don't find quips or innuendos about my wife humorous, Iver, and if you make crude comments about her again, I will no longer concern myself with being your ally. I will have your head, and then I will have your city."
It was such a silly thing to dream of someone who didn’t know the depths to which they owned you. A silly thing indeed.
“I do believe you’ll win this war. I only fear it may take what’s left of your good heart.”
“Burn me alive if you must. I’d gladly die by your kiss.”
“On your knees,” I said, licking at the swell of his bottom lip. “Kneel for me as I have for you.” “For eternity if you wish it.”
