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“Let me be clear,” I said, my voice like a whip. “I will choose her over every one of you.”
“I have spent my life fighting for this rebellion, but it’s a rebellion that has forgotten what it’s fighting for.”
“I am not an enemy you want, Eiran, but for her, I will become whatever I have to.”
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.
This was my family. And I would burn the world for them. I would give everything.
“If you put her in a cell,” Dacre snarled, his voice thick with something dark and dangerous. “If any of you lay a single finger on her, I will burn this city to the ground.”
“Take from me until I have nothing left to give. I am devoted to you. Everything I have is yours to take.”
“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 turned my head slightly, looking away from him, from his words.
“Look at me,” he demanded, and I couldn’t deny him. “I am yours, and you are mine. There is nothing beyond that. ...
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“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.”
“It is the only thing that is freely given, and when it is, Dacre, it is the most unbreakable thing in the world.”
“You are my family.”
“We are all each other has, and we will fight together. We will fight for each other.”
“And if we don’t come back?”
“Then I will find you in the next life. All of you.”
“In the next life.”
“In the next life.”
I forced myself to look at each of them. To take in their features, the lines of their skin, the freckles on Wren’s nose. I took in every little detail that I wasn’t willing to forget. “In the next life.”
I wanted to stay in this moment, to linger in the warmth of him, of our family, but there was no more time.
I couldn’t go back into hiding; I couldn’t spend even one more day waiting for my father to come, waiting for him to find me again.
“I’m yours,”
"And you are mine.”
"In this life and every life after."
