“He is magnificent, my mate,” I said, my throat constricted with emotion. “He is,” she said with a nod, tears brimming in her eyes. “He’s his father’s spitting image.” She turned to look at me with a world of love in her eyes. “The day Kayog told me I had to marry an Ordosian to avoid execution, I thought my life was over. I never would have imagined it was in fact the beginning of a fairy tale. Thank you for saving my life and for committing to me when I was too blind to see that my happiness was standing right before me.”
