Bride of the Shadow King (Bride of the Shadow King, #1)

by Sylvia Mercedes

“Would you come?”

He’s amazing

I am now ready to make myself pure and clean of both body and soul, to be given only to my bride and no other. No other.

By that time surely I will have managed to purge the strange bi-colored eyes of her sister out of my head.

As for me? I will live my days quietly behind stone walls. Dreaming of silver eyes set in a proud, beautiful face.

Along with the pain go other sensations: longing, excitement, eagerness, hope. Such feelings don’t belong in a world like mine. Slowly, I sink back into blessed numbness.

I don’t think about Vor. I don’t think about the way his mouth curved in quick and ready smiles. I don’t think about the way his hands felt on my waist when he lifted me in the air and spun me in a breathless circle as though I weighed nothing at all. I don’t remember the deep timbre of his voice when he said, “Would you come?” I don’t remember any of it.

Ilsevel’s dead. She was killed in the attack. Aurae too, or so we presume. Either way, the fate of the kingdom is in jeopardy, and you’re needed home at once.”