Because this had always been the only option. The only happy ending he could offer her. The only good he could do in this world. Sacrificing himself to hand her the power to be greater than he ever could be. She already was. She always had been. But Mische leaned her forehead against his. Her gold eyes shone with the light of the underworld. Their song played on, mournful, painting the ghost of a life they could not have. “I love you,” she whispered. “I love you, Asar Voldari, Warden of Morthryn, king of the underworld, heir of Alarus. I love you, and in this life or the next, worlds mortal or
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