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His eyes had all the compassion of one of the scorpions in the desert.
With all their training, all their knowledge of his plans, he never intended for any of them, save his chosen one, to live an hour past this dinner.
“I will be the next queen of Ithicana. And I will bring the Bridge Kingdom to its knees.”
“I wanted to see the bit of architecture that was worth the rights to my body. My loyalty. My life.” He recoiled as though she’d slapped him. “The rights to those things are yours to give, not your father’s.”
“Who did that to you?”
His word means shit, she reminded herself. He gave his word to allow Maridrina free trade, and all her homeland had to show for it was rotten meat. Her goal was the bridge. Finding a way past Ithicana’s defenses and into the structure coveted by all.
“And when will we be departing, Your Grace?” Jor asked, coming up to stand next to him. “When your little wife says it’s time to go?” “We’ll go when the queen of Ithicana says it’s time to go.”
Aren thought, nothing the Great Beyond could offer that would be more perfect than her.
Still, she was aware enough to hear him, his voice hoarse as he said, “Since the moment I set eyes on you in Southwatch, there’s been no one but you. Even if I’m a goddamned fool for it, there will never be anyone but you.”
“The truth is…the truth is that I am the villain.” But she would play that part no longer.
“Look at me.”
She would fight for him. She would bleed for him. She would die for him.
