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His heart twinged as he realized that she longed to be held. He felt her loneliness so acutely that he almost mistook it for his own.
“Well then, I’m going to get some shut-eye. Please wake me when we’re there.”
Ruth’s lips curled into a small smile at Riftan’s reluctant consent, and he hummed as he wrapped himself in a blanket.
“You are invincible, Master Calypse! When this is over, I pledge to follow you wherever you go!”
She had infiltrated the innermost corners of his heart. Knowing how easily he could fall under her spell again, he should have done everything in his power to avoid her. Before he had lost the ability to love anyone — before his shell had hardened — she had already taken root deep in his heart.
If he could, he would lay a reassuring hand on her small back and tell her that a speech impediment was nothing more than a minor flaw. He would gladly hand over sacks of gold just to hear her speak.
Riftan found it baffling how a person could have eyes for anyone else in the presence of Maximilian Croyso.
“I would like… to pledge my geas to your daughter.”
“The duke has said… if you take command of the campaign in his stead, he will allow you to take his eldest daughter, Maximilian Croyso, as your bride.”
“Do you, Riftan Calypse, take this woman, Maximilian Croyso, as your lawfully wedded wife, and swear before God that you will protect and cherish her for the rest of your life?”
If I were to die, I should like to return as your hair. To have no other purpose but to cascade down your back, and every time the wind blows, brush against your lips, your cheeks…
There was no need for illusions now. If he survived, he would strive to get to know the real woman. Even if it rips my heart into a thousand pieces.
