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With the gift of privilege came the burden of expectation.
You might have a face to turn my hair white, but your honesty is handsome.”
“Your days are to be mine now. I need to adjust as soon as possible.”
His ugly, great-hearted bride could obviously read his thoughts.
Theirs was an agreement based on the beginnings of friendship, respect and an intuitive understanding of each other that still left him slack-jawed with amazement.
Dreadful in appearance, lethal in combat, Brishen was all that was cordiality and dignified royalty in every interaction with her.
The prince’s ugly wife with the frightening eyes.
Ildiko recognized the mild insult within the compliment but took no offense.
“Loneliness is an empty void. We look for that friend in the light.”
“Will you be that for me, Ildiko,” he said. “That beacon in the void?”
“The void is vast, like the sea at night and no land in sight. I’ll be the beacon, Brishen.”
He suffered the sudden, uncomfortable sensation of sitting between two large cats, both protracting and retracting their claws as they faced off against each other.
“I’m not human, wife,” he whispered into the darkness. Shock rounded his eyes at Ildiko’s response, slurred with sleep and nearly incoherent. “But you’re still mine, husband.”
