Shield of Sparrows (Shield of Sparrows, #1)

by Devney Perry

It wasn’t that he’d chosen Jocelyn. It was that he hadn’t chosen me. Why was I never the first choice? Why was I always the consolation prize?

“When I am nothing but dust and ash, Turah will endure. I do not need a crown. And I have made peace with my destiny. But before I step into my grave, my choice is you.” He dropped a kiss to my temple, his fingers tracing along my jaw as his hand fell from my face. Then he stepped away, about to disappear into the night. “Sleep well, my queen.” My choice is you. I was his choice. Above all else.

I wanted a thousand nights to sleep with the beat of his heart in my ear.