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“What are you doing here?” I pleaded, raw with disbelief. “I’m here for you, Nyra,” he murmured the only name he had ever known me by. Micah.
“I am not an enemy you want, Eiran, but for her, I will become whatever I have to.”
I tried to force my eyes shut, knowing that sleep wouldn’t bring me peace, but rather another battlefield in my mind.
And where there is power, there is always someone who seeks to take it.”
“You are not just the daughter of Marmoris, Verena. You are a daughter of Veyrith, the last daughter, and I bound your power to protect you. I bound your magic so it wouldn’t awaken until you found safety in someone who wanted you to have power, but did not wish to use it.”
“Trust the tides, darling girl. They always know when to rise.”
When shadow swallows the golden throne, And rivers run dry where magic has flown., The cursed shall rise with fate-bound hands, A tethered soul to shifting sands. Born of ruin, blood, and war, Bound to take yet cursed to mourn. The tideborn’s gift, bound in chain, To break the bond or bind again.
The sideburn’s gift, cursed in the wrong hands. Wielded with intent, it can set the world right again. But beware, my love. Beware of the weight of fate.
“Beware of the weight of fate”.
“You’re safe. And I will burn this fucking world to the ground before I let anything happen to you again.”
“The rest of the kingdom will fall to their knees before you, Verena.” He leaned forward and pressed a kiss just below my belly button before he stared up at me. “But please allow me to be the first.”
“Allow me to show you how you should be worshipped.”
“I am drowning in my want for you, and there is no room inside me for fear. Take from me, touch me. Feed your body with what yearns for you. I would ruin every part of me to give to you.”
“I will not be able to be gentle once I’m inside you,” he rasped. “I am weak for you, utterly wrecked, and I cannot be careful with you right now.”
“A true vow is not just words, my love. It is a tether, a bond as old as the land itself. To speak it with your soul is to be bound, not by laws or men, but by the gods themselves. That is the power of love, it does not bow to kings.”
This was not just a marriage. It was a claiming. A choosing. It was utterly intoxicating, a heady mix that enveloped me, as if I were submerged in what we were together. It was a depthless ocean in which I found myself willingly lost, the currents pulling me deeper, yet I had no desire to rise to the surface ever again.
