“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.”
