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“Forgive her. She loves you.” He dropped the old woman’s arm, feeling Lara’s gaze on him. Knowing she was listening. “She doesn’t know what love is.” “That’s why you should forgive her.”
“The sort who’s had his fill of backstabbing pricks,” Aren replied before sliding his blade across the man’s throat. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to get my wife back.”
“Lara, no matter where you are in the world, if you need me, I’ll come for you. Please know that.”
“I’m fine, Aren.” “I know you are. And I know you can do it yourself. But let me do it for you anyway.”
She was everything. Mind, body, and soul, she was everything he wanted. Everything he needed. The queen Ithicana needed.
She was right, and he knew it. But in his heart, he knew that even if he never saw her again for the rest of his life, it would never be over. She would always be his queen.
“Awake or asleep, all I see is your face. All I hear is your voice. All I feel is you in my arms. All I want is you.”
“You are my goddamned damnation, but there will never be anyone but you.”
“But I need you.” He pulled her tight against the metal, his forehead pressing against hers through the bars. “I love you, and I’ve never stopped. Not once, not even when I should have.”
“Since the day we met, there has never been anyone but you. And there never will be anyone but you. You are my queen, and I need you.”
“I swore to fight by your side, to defend you to my dying breath, to cherish your body and none other, and to be loyal to you as long as I live.” Picking up her knives, she slid them into their sheaths with twin thunks. “And that means where you go, I go, too.” His eyes were full of heat. Of desire for her. Of respect for her. “As you say, Your Grace.”
