“I will gladly die in her place.” Rion’s jaw clenched. Maybe he should abandon the war. They could go into the mountains, disappear, but before Rion could change his mind, Eoghan dropped to one knee. “I will protect her.” Rion scented the air. No lie, but the absolute sincerity of Eoghan’s statement raised the hair on the back of Rion’s neck. “Why?” Eoghan raised his head. “Because I know who she is, and I can think of no greater honor than dying for my queen.”
