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January 8 - January 10, 2023
“This dress looked beautiful on you,” he said in a deep, gravelly tone. Her sharp breath was swallowed by the tear of fabric when Nik effortlessly helped her out from the front instead. “Remind me I owe you a new one.”
“To understand. Because as your friends…we can’t sit by and watch you make the mistake of a lifetime. And for your kind, that is a long, torturous existence.”
“I am the Queen of Fenstead over and above anything else. What I do is for the good of my people and to reclaim my kingdom. I am here of my own will, not any king’s, nor will I be moved by the hands of one.”
ugh i love her
She is mine.
My mate.
then fucking do something about it omg
“You have never been my ward. Or my subject. Or my princess. You are my equal, Tauria. In every way, you shine brighter than the moon I’ve watched change in the sky since you left, knowing it was the one thing we could look upon all the same. Is that pitiful of me?”
“He will be bound to her in duty. If she falls, so will he. Mortals live their lives with a natural instinct to protect themselves, to survive. He will not know it, but as his life depends on the safety of hers, his courage will rise to protect her at all costs.” “Who?” the woman bit out again. “I think you know who, Heir of Marvellas.”
“Then why did you come?” A pause. A long, searching pause charged the power between them. “For you, love.”
“Tauria Stagknight is not only my ward…” Time slowed to a crawl. But he’d made his choice. “She is my mate.”
Then Nik followed her, wondering how he was going to bear leaving this kingdom as half a soul.
“I love you.”
“I wanted it to be you,” she confessed, knowing she wouldn’t get another chance. Knowing it didn’t matter anymore. “I wanted to take it all back with you by my side at the end of it all.”
“I reject the soul-bond to Nikalias Silvergriff, King of High Farrow, first of his name. I release both you and me from that which binds us, so we may be free to choose our own fate of power and heart.”
WTF NO
Then he halted, gripping the table so hard while his head bowed that splinters caught in his fingers. He raised a hand, needing to undo the ties that felt suffocating around his neck. Not out of tightness, but for what they concealed. His fingers slowly moved. His teeth clamped down so hard they almost broke when he felt it. Because he felt her. When his touch lingered over Tauria’s mating mark.
WAIT WHAT?!?!
“It was you who helped me rise when I fell and never let me crumble again. You teased and tormented and were a royal pain in my ass, but Nik…you saved me. And I wanted it to be you. I chose you. But you didn’t choose me back.”
“I’m irrevocably in love with you. I have been for a very long time.”
“So badly that it often doesn’t feel like a want. You are a need, Tauria. Like air to breathe and a heart to bleed. I feared for a long time what I would become when the time came to let you go once and for all. And when the news came about your engagement…”
I want you to know that I would go to war for you. Because you are Fenstead, but you are also High Farrow. And no matter what you choose, I am yours. Even if you cannot be mine.”
“I don’t need time, not another second, to know that I choose you, Nikalias. That I will fight for you. For us, and for our kingdoms. Until my last breath, I want to be yours.”
“With the Gods as my witness and this by my will, I claim you, Nikalias Silvergriff. I am yours.”
My mate, her mind chanted, rejoiced. My mate. My mate.
They were two hearts, one soul. Only death could come between them now.
Lennox is dark fae. It didn’t make sense. Her mind sprinted as fast as her feet. Lycus recognized him from Fenstead.
There he was. The King of High Farrow. Her mate. He had come for her.
nik bby i never doubted u for a second
“Your first mistake was imprisoning her.” Nik looked her over carefully, studying every mark. “Your second mistake was making a mockery of something sacred to our kingdom.” Tauria’s chest burst with pride and warmth at his words. Our kingdom.
“You will create nothing but false superiority built over the bones of anything good or true. You will spill the blood of pure hearts, only to give life to pure evil. You will create beasts, not beings. What you seek is a world of power against power that will make your triumph short and your downfall of your own making.”
It was in love and loyalty that they would raise the greatest army Ungardia had ever seen to fight back against evil. The hearts who couldn’t love—she mourned for them.
As he gained some distance, Tarly Wolverlon even shed his own name, wondering with an air of freedom who he would come to be as he left crown and kingdom behind.
“Marry me, Tauria.”
Where High Farrow’s flag of royal blue adorned with the Griffin had always stood as a proud marker for the kingdom, now another stood by its side. “We are High Farrow,” she said. “And we are Fenstead. Always.”
“My kingdom and I are one and the same, but both belong to you. With our armies and our crowns, with my own sword, I vow to take back Fenstead not for you, but with you.
“We didn’t have enough time, Faythe,” he whispered, leaning his forehead to hers and pinching his eyes, holding her close as if it would return the warmth to her cooling body. “I promise to stand by you. Until the end of days. We’ll fight…we’ll fight it all together. Just please come back to me.”
ugh i need their next book already
His time became measured by the strong beats of her heart, the only affirming sound in a desolate silence. Then her eyes slid to his, sapphire met gold, and the world… It stopped.
