Vow of the Shadow King (Bride of the Shadow King, #2)

by Sylvia Mercedes

I am what I must be.

“The princess?” the fiery soul asks. “My wife,” Vor responds.

“I give it all, Faraine,” I whisper, my mouth against her soft hair. “My heart. My life. Come what may, I am yours.” A life for a life? So be it. I throw my head back and roar to the dreadful heavens, declare before all the gods: “Whatever the price, I will pay it! Let it fall on me!”

I cannot endure it. Not on my own. So, I fall. Fall into the love he offers. Fall into the strength with which he holds me.

I won’t go another moment without you knowing the truth: You are my heart. My soul. My wife. From this day until my last, I am yours and no other’s.

Finally

“I merely set them free.” Of course, she did. Because she is Faraine. My valorous Faraine. Her strength is not that of a warrior; it is far stronger than mere brute force. Hers is the strength of compassion, of understanding and sympathy. A strength I’ve not properly understood or appreciated until now.

“Never was there a braver Queen of Mythanar. Not in all the myths or legends throughout the ages.”

Then and there, with her kiss burning my lips I make a solemn vow: to be worthy of that choice. To be worthy of her love. To be worthy of her. My angel. My queen. My wife.