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She smiled wide, burrowing deeper into my heart. Her words were light while the meaning was not. “Your people might not like you changing customs with a mizrah they don’t truly believe in.”
It reminded me of the travesty at that dinner back in Näkt Mir. “You let me worry about them.” Then I teased her to lighten the mood. “I can promise I’ll never get bored if you continue to climb on top of me and ride my cock like that.”
She laughed while playfully slapping my shoulder, her blush returning. “Goll!”
“Don’t play timid. You weren’t so shy a few moments ago.”
Her gaze had fallen away from mine. “I was caught in the moment.”
“What a moment.” I pressed my lips to her forehead. “I want many more like that.”
“Be a good king, and you shall have them.”
“Be a good king,” I repeated, chuckling at her admonishment. “I’ll do my best. For you.”
Then she snuggled closer, pressing her cheek upon my sternum and wrapping an arm over my waist. For a long while, we simply held one another, her fingers lazily stroking my back while I did the same beneath her wings.
It was like we were in the cave, and I rejoiced in the fact that it had not been a fleeting feeling of the moment. This bindingbetween us was not only still there but growing and tightening like the threads of the most beautiful web.
“You know,” she said sleepily, “I don’t think she meant any harm, but Dalya offered to help me leave the palace the night of the Rite of Servium.”
I sat up and frowned down at her. “She did?”
Una pushed me back down and put her cheek to my chest, patting me. “Like I said, I don’t think she meant harm. I think she was just trying to be kind to me.”
Rather than anger me, it made me sad. I heaved a sigh. “Dalya did not like that I forced you to be my mizrah. She believed I should’ve given you a choice.”
“You did.”
I chuckled. “One that didn’t include me pillaging and burning Issos if you refused. She wasn’t sure you were the one mentioned in a vision she had for me.”
“One about me?” She lifted her head to at me.
“Yes. The one that told me my mizrah would be marked by Vix, and she would help me bring Northgall into an era of power. Of great power.”
“Above the moon fae?” There was a spark of sadness in her eyes.
Clenching my jaw, I spoke with honesty, “There is more to that story about Vix and Mizrah. When she was dying, he carried her into the heavens on the back of Silvantis. He promised her that one day she would be avenged for Lumera’s betrayal. Lumera’s people would pay for it and the dark fae would rise to their rightful place.”
“And you believe this? That I am a key to trampling down my own people?”
“I believe you are meant to stand beside me,” I answered honestly. “It is not my intention to harm the moon fae. Rather, I’d like us all to live in communion and peace with one another.”
For the first time, I felt this to be the truth.
“You’d defy your god?” she asked, quirking her brow.
“You’ve defied yours.” I cupped her jaw and brushed my thumb along the lovely slant of her cheek. “You defied Lumera, coming to Northgall to be my mizrah. And I am not a king with vengeance bearing down on my heart.”
No, there was only one force wrapping itself—herself—around my heart.
She relaxed in my arms, the tip of her mouth quirking with a smile. “That is good to know.” She brushed a hand over my jaw, stroking my cheek, mirroring my touch. Then she pressed a gentle kiss to my mouth before settling her head into the crook of my neck.
I wrapped her tight against me.
“Now, if anyone should try to harm you,” I said, thinking of the ending of the feast again, “my wrath would be unstoppable.”
Devastation wouldn’t begin to describe what I would do to anyone who dared to hurt my Una.
