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

by Sylvia Mercedes

I’ve always been the demure, shrinking, people-pleasing, disappointing princess. Perhaps this is what multiple near-death experiences in quick succession will bring out in a person.

And grief is such a wild, untamed creature, always returning at the most unexpected times to bite.

I scarcely hear them. I stand as though frozen in a sliver of suspended eternity. My arms are wrapped around her waist, holding her face level with mine as her feet dangle above the ground. Faraine stares into my eyes. Knowing me, knowing my heart. Knowing that truth which, until this moment, I’ve struggled so hard to deny. I am falling irrevocably in love. With my wife.

He cups my cheeks, pulls me back just a little, stares down at me in absolute wonder. “What have you done to me?” He kisses me again, gently. A sweet touch, like a promise, a prayer. “I would hazard it all. My realm, my crown, my kingdom. Even my honor. All for you. Only for you.”