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June 8 - June 15, 2024
“Keep having…Faythe.”
“Maybe it makes me selfish, but I can’t. I can’t stay away from you. I came back sooner than I usually would from Fenher because while I fear to no end that I might be incapable of protecting you, I can’t stand the thought of your safety being in the hands of anyone else.”
“You saw me and you heard me from the first day we met. Nothing about your past changes what I see in you, Reylan. I’m not going anywhere.”
Reylan’s voice… It felt like home.
As though the beat of her heart were tied to his own. Yet he didn’t fear it. Not in the slightest.
“Which of them hurt you?”
“Why is everyone so gloomy about this? See the adventure! You all just need to have a little…” Izaiah paused as his gaze fell to her, a cunning grin splitting his cheeks. “Have a little Faythe.” He shot her a wink, reveling in the play on her name.
“To have Faythe: to live like death is a game, love is a prize, and danger is desire.”
“In your quest to stop great evil, the one you are soul-bonded to shall lose their life by your hand, and yours alone, prince.”
“You stay alive, Amaya. That’s an order.”
“I don’t know what the future holds or where the path may end, but I plan to follow you down whatever perilous, reckless, adventurous road you lead, Faythe Ashfyre.” His lips curled in tender amusement. “I vow to stand by your side. I vow to protect you with my sword and my life. And I vow to bind my fate to yours, if you will have me. I’ve lived enough years in this world to know should you leave it, so too shall my desire to stay here without you.”
“Until the end of days, Reylan Arrowood.” His smile—warm, genuine, and heartbreakingly rare—had become the light in her eternal shadow. “Maybe even longer, Faythe Ashfyre.”
“In Ungardia’s darkest hour, when all shall burn and fall, only the Phoenix Queen can find a throne from the ashes, and rise it true for all.”
“But I’ve come to realize tomorrow isn’t my promise to give. What I can promise…is me. Until the last tomorrow comes. I want you to know every broken piece of me belongs to you.”
“You are my heart, Faythe Ashfyre. When you lose yourself to anger, when you are consumed by passion, when you risk yourself defending… Gods, do I love every impossible, reckless, and fierce part of you.” Faythe released a laugh mixed with a cry. Her eyes blurred, but elation kept her tears from falling. “And I will spend the rest of my days showing you when words fail that you are everything. In this life or the next, I will always find you.”
“I would have endured it all again.” Reylan kissed where her feelings had spilled over. “For centuries over if it led me to you, Faythe.”
“My last breath would be yours,” she heard his truth. “To make sure you knew…I will always find you.”
“And thank you. Because I never knew how lost I was until you found me.”
“Show me,” he challenged, eyes dipping to her mouth. “Show me how much you hate me.”
“If you harm her—” He took a few calming breaths, his wrath a tangible force in the room. “There is no place you will be able to hide. No distance you can run. I will find you. And when I do, death is not what you will fear from me, though it is what you will beg for.”
“The Great General of Rhyenelle, the one they call the White Lion of the South, and the one who will be remembered in history within stories of battles and reign for millennia…is your soul-bonded mate, Faythe Ashfyre.”
