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“You knew this, yes?”
My jaw worked as my tongue strained to remember how to form sounds. “If... If I didn’t,” I croaked, “I do now.”
“Good.” He kissed me hard. “Because I wouldn’t want there to be any confusion on that topic.”
I ducked my head, hiding my smile in his neck. “No confusion here. We understand each other perfectly.”
For a long while, we just held each other—safe and secure in our own little world. Lazily, I traced the runes on his arm—fingers skating over the cooling sweat on his body.
He loves me. I can’t believe he loves me.
The thought brought a wide, goofy grin to my face every time. I’d been wishing for this for so long. At first I thought getting him to love me was impossible. And then I thought it was a miraculous feat that not even Meya could achieve. But here we were—two cursed people in love.
Cursed. Of course, the curse,I thought, a sliver of urgency sneaking through the fog.
I was cursed and Alisdair just brought me closer to freedom. Now all he needed to do was say so to mytrue selfand make it so by declaring my true name.
But... what is my true name?I frowned, searching the depths of my mind.I think it starts with a D— Oh, no, an O. O-r-a... Or is it O-e-a—?
“What is it?” Alisdair smoothed down my frown lines. “What’s upset my queen?”
My smile returned. “Not a thing. How can I be upset on such a perfect morning?” I chewed my lip. “Actually, I was just thinking. If you truly love me, I was hoping you’d do something for me.”
He shrugged. “If you insist.” His hand traveled between my cheeks.
“Behave yourself, beast,” I cried, swatting his arm.
Alisdair laughed unrepentantly.
“What I was going to say was that I want us to get married again. Properly this time.”
“Huh,” he voiced, cocking his head. “You mean a marriage ceremony that doesn’t end with me getting stabbed through the chest, or you fleeing into the night? That would be quite an accomplishment for us.”
I giggled. “I think we can manage it, don’t you?”
“We’ll find out in a week’s time.” He kissed my fingertips. “At the ball celebrating our marriage.”
Squealing happily, I tackled Alisdair and kissed him soundly. In typical fashion, he flipped me back over and had his way with me—making me very glad I had a pussy and a mouth.
All too soon, Alisdair and I headed back to the village with me enjoying the journey much more on foot. He listened to me chatter about wedding plans, stopping only once to pick a starflower and tuck it behind my ear without a word—just a smile. I swear I fell deeper in love with him on the spot.
Walking into town, my stream of chatter was interrupted a few times by a strange sight. Every villager we passed was stopped in the middle of their day—standing frozen in the square, on the side of the road, outside their homes, or beside the fountain.
They weren’t moving. They weren’t talking. They were just staring at something Alisdair and I couldn’t see.
Cautiously we passed through and stepped onto the castle bridge. Eadaoin stood in front of the entrance, staring straight up.
“Eadaoin? Eadaoin,” I called. “Are you okay? What’s going on?”
“The ice...” she whispered.
“The ice? What about it?”
She pointed up, her finger shaking. At that moment, the icicle shed a tear, dripping its gift on her fingertip.
“It’s melting.”
Chapter Fifteen
