“My father was right about one thing,” he said. I tipped my head, waiting. “He said that I am like him.” I began to protest, but he stopped my lips with a gentle touch. “I have his Gift. I can change at will. But I don’t want to be like him.” “So what are you going to be? It’s up to you,” I said softly, kissing the fingers that still hovered near my mouth. “I want to be a good man. A just king. I want to be your husband, Kjell’s brother, and our child’s father. Beyond that, I will be whatever you want me to be,” Tiras promised, and his voice echoed with sincerity. “Then I think I will keep
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