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“A Weaver’s purpose is to tie together the lives of druid and Fae. To link those of us who keep watch over the land and its people. It is a rare gift.”
The emotion in his eyes boiled, but he smiled down at her. “I can be anyone you want me to be, little midwife. Just ask.”
He needed to address the dwarven army. Men fighting for Eamonn couldn’t be afraid of him. He didn’t want to rule like his brother.
“What did they think they would find in war? Sunshine and flowers?”
Stand with me, brothers and sisters of the Fae. Let me be
your sword, for I will strike down any who threaten you. Let me be your shield, for I will weather you through this storm. Let me be the biting cold of winter and the blistering heat of summer, for I will cut through the forces of Fionn the Wise and bring you home!”
“Is life worth living if we are not together?”
Somehow, she understood this moment was not about how much they missed each other. This wasn’t just a reunion or a heartbreaking moment to remind each other they existed.
“Please let this be real.” She pressed the words against the crown of his head. “Please
tell me this isn’t a dream and you won't disappear the moment I look at you again.” “Let us both hope this is not a dream for I would surely not survive the waking.”
She drew back just enough to cock her arm back and slap him across the face so hard that the crystals on his cheek sliced through her palm. He flinched and lifted a hand to his cheek. “What was that for, you mad woman?” “Don’t you ever force me to leave your side again!”
“Never take away a woman’s choice to stand by her man. Do you hear me?”
“I didn't think it possible to miss another person as much as I missed you.” “I would miss losing a limb. And that is precisely the way I feel when you are not with me.”
“I don’t like ghosts,” he grumbled when he caught up with her. “There’s no such thing as ghosts.” “We’re in the Otherworld. Anything is possible.” “Then I should like to meet them.” “Please don’t say that.” Sorcha grinned. “Is there someone following us, Eamonn?” “No.” “I’m quite certain I can hear a third set of footsteps.” “Stop it!”
But it wasn’t his choice. She was a fiercely independent woman and Eamonn had no right to make these decisions for her. He could only keep her safe for so long. “No,” he said, shaking his head. “She is not mine. She is her own being and I will not take that from her.”
Oona bustled towards them and slumped down onto a bench with a huffed sigh. “My goodness! I didn’t think it was possible for faeries to drink so much!” “They’re dwarves, Oona," Eamonn said with a chuckle. “And they need to worry about their addiction!”
“That’s a start,” Cait jabbed at the air as if she were stabbing a person. “People are a little bit like meat. A little more sticky. We can work with that, and every woman should have a 'idden blade. Bow and arrow?”
“You all have a difficult decision before you. Follow your high king, and lose your healer. Follow me, and lose your king.”
“Anyone can be beautiful if they love themselves, but not everyone can be intelligent. Which do you want to be?”
“If I measured my worth in beauty, I would live a life full of riches and happiness. If I am valued for the knowledge I impart on the world, then I live forever.”
“I pledge my soul to you,” he growled. “My heart, my mind, my life are now yours.” Somehow, she knew she was supposed to say the words. “I pledge my soul to you, my heart, my mind, and my life are now yours.”
“I am no longer the faerie prince with soft words. My poetry for you is a vow. The world may burn down around us, but nary a flame shall touch thy beloved flesh. The ocean may swallow the land, but I shall be your ship and feed you sweet air. A sword may try to cut you down, but I will bear all your wounds. I have lived a thousand years in the dark, waiting for the rays of your sunlight.”
“You are a storm of a soul contained in a glass bottle. So fragile and easily harmed, yet powerful in every other way.”
“I pledge myself to you.” His breath fanned across her lips as the tempo of their bodies quickened. “Everywhere you go, I shall follow. You are the only light in my life, the beacon at the end of a long and winding
road. Together we will be more than lovers, husband and wife, king and queen. We are a thousand years of want and desire and love. So much love.”
“What is a queen without a king?” She licked her lips and turned into the green mist of her ancestors. “A dark, powerful creature with no man to temper her steel. You shall wield a sword as your crown, a whip as your jewels, and armor as your gown.”
