A Queen Comes to Power (An Heir Comes to Rise #2)

by C.C. Peñaranda

“When are you going to stop trying to do everything yourself?” The sharp tone was completely out of character for the blonde. Faythe opened her mouth to respond, but the blacksmith continued. “We’re not going anywhere, so the sooner you accept our help, the quicker we can get this done—and anything else in future since, knowing you, Faythe, there’s likely to be more situations you’ll wind up needing our assistance with.”

No literally you tell her Marlowe

If time didn’t tear them apart, his heart would, for it had always belonged to another, and the truth that churned his gut with self-resentment…was that he had used Faythe. Used her to feel again when he’d spent decades with a heart so numb.

“It’s not the act but the intention that separates the good from the evil.”

“You have me,” he whispered against the tender spot below her ear. “Until the last star in the sky winks out, you have all of me.”

“All we can do is never surrender. Never bow to fear, never yield to odds, and always be ready. Until the end comes.

“It was yours, Your Majesty. I believe you have a daughter, alive and in High Farrow.”

“A rose is too pretty for you. You’re more like a blossomless thornbush,” she sneered. His smile grew wider. “Because you think I’m dangerous?” “Because you’re a prick.”

“Who did this to you?” His voice turned surprisingly dark, and she thought she detected anger in it.

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“I’ve faced worse monsters, Faythe,” he said with an unexpected but soothing warmth. “Let me help with yours.”

Faythe stared wide-eyed in disbelief, but not at the magick that brought the glass back together. At Reylan. He stood behind her, staring at her through the reflection. He was pale, breathing heavily in exertion while he braced against the stone archway, no doubt feeling the effects of the Magestone passage he emerged from. Faythe believed it to be another of the Dresair’s tricks, until he spoke quietly. “I heard you scream.”

SCREAMINGGG AND KICKING MY FEET RNNNN

Nik was too struck with stupor to even feel relief that his father’s wicked actions over the decades, his hatred and malice, his lack of mercy…were never him. Not truly.

Where have I heard before with having black eyes means theyre under a different command hmmmmm

What I will not accept is the blame for being vulnerable and afraid, the blame for thinking of you, or the blame for wanting to protect your heart.”

Feelings of care. So slowly, since the day he laid eyes on those golden irises he didn’t even know, until it became too late. He couldn’t turn his back on her now.

She met his eyes too, standing proudly above everyone else like a blazing firebird. Like a Phoenix.

A brilliant white lion. Too large to be of nature, and too perfect in color.

“I see you, Faythe. I see you, and I hear you.”

“I see you too, Reylan. I see you, and I hear you.”

“She is her mother’s daughter.” Agalhor stared wide-eyed at Faythe. The uncanny resemblance was enough to erase any doubt about who she was. It wasn’t only her mother she took after in appearance. “My daughter,” he little more than whispered.

“Who you are, who you become—that’s all on you and what you choose to make of the life you’ve been given. Don’t make yours a waste. Don’t throw away your chance to live beyond merely existing.”

“Caius City.”

“I promise to stand by you, Faythe Ashfyre. This day, until the end of days.”