“Alessandra Ermacora, princess of Silen, I, Veron of Nozva Rozkveta, offer you my love, my loyalty, and my life”—he held her hand to his chest—“to harness for your ends or ours, as we walk our lives together from this day forward for as long as the Deep allows.” His life? His golden eyes stayed locked with hers, and her shallow breaths only became shallower. His life—his life— Did he mean… a lifebond? She gasped. “Veron…” He couldn’t! Holy Mother’s mercy, a lifebond? Offering to share his life force with hers, to strengthen her, to weaken as she weakened, to die when she died? He nodded to
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