“I’m glad he has you too,” she whispered. “I serve you too now, you know,” he said in that brusque voice that seemed like he was grumbling even when his words were kind. He glanced over to her, giving her a smirk. Rua blinked at him. It was true—she was the Fated of his King. Her throat tightened under an invisible grip as a realization struck her: she would one day be Queen. Thador’s grin turned foxlike as the understanding crossed her face.
