Kane. Do you know what the surname means?” Arthur looks curious, but he shakes his head. “I’m afraid I don’t.” “Descendant of the battle,” I tell him, swinging my leg over his lap. Arthur’s hands settle on my hips, broad and warm. “You’ve gone to battle for me, Arthur Kane. I wonder if it’s in your blood.” He hums. “What would that make you then? My king?”
