I have spoken on this and I am your king.” His voice raises at the end to a near shout. Davien points at the ground, as though he is trying to stake the very earth as his own. “No…” I shake my head. “You are not my king. You are the Fae King. And I am clearly nothing but a lowly human vessel housing your magic. So fine, we ride, Your Majesty. But if there is blood today then know it is on your hands.”
