“I come to you now in your time of need.” The goddess continued. “I have heard the cry of your heart and the confusion of your mind, and I say to you, peace, be still. You need not fret. All you have to do is ask me for what it is your heart desires most.”
Cyn took a steadying breath as she considered the Great Luna’s words. What her heart desired most was knowledge. Not just any knowledge, but the knowledge of circumstances. “Great Luna,” she spoke, her voice soft yet steady. “Does a true mate wait for me among your wolves? Should I be worried that I will one day have to leave Thalion?” She asked the question and almost immediately wished she could snatch it back. Cyn needed the answer, but her fear of the answer matched her need. Sometimes not knowing was the lesser of the two evils.
“You are a treasure, Cyn.” The Great Luna answered. “You have so much love inside of you. And you would be an incredible asset to my wolves. However, I have not paired you with one of them. Your fate lies elsewhere. The road you are taking will not be easy. But it will be worth all of its hard work and trials.”
“Why did you not come to me until now?” Cyn asked.
“The decision had to be yours. You had to be the one to choose him without any influence. Your heart and mind are united in the choice, and so I stepped in to affirm your decision.”
“What if I had made the wrong decision?”
The Great Luna chuckled. “The great thing about wrong decisions is that it usually doesn’t take long to figure out your mistake. You wouldn’t have needed a goddess to tell you that. Yet I would have come to you even still and helped you in your time of need. Thankfully, there isn’t only one road from point A to point B, though there is one that is the fastest and smoothest. But there are plenty of others that emerge when the main road has been abandoned, regardless of the reason. You are still on the main road, Cyn. Thalion, as king of his people, with you by his side as queen, will do great things.”
Cyn shook her head. “I cannot be queen. I am not of his people.”
She felt the Great Luna’s hand touch her chin and tilt her head up. “That, Cyn of the fae, is yet to be seen. But know this. No training, no discipline will prepare you for the task. The wisdom that it would take to be queen of the elves must come from in here.” Though the goddess did not move, Cyn felt a warmth in her chest over her heart. “I believe I’m not the first to give you such advice.”
Awestruck, Cyn could not speak for several moments, as the warmth in her chest slowly faded.
“Can I ask you one last question?” she finally said.
“Of course,” the goddess responded, as patient as ever.
“Why must the elves choose their mate, while the wolves are given a mate bond? Such a bond seems so powerful. Shouldn’t the elves be given such a gift?”
“And who says that choosing one’s mate is any less powerful or binding than the mate bond? When two beings who are flawed come together by choice, and look past those flaws, choosing to love even when their partner is being very unlovable … well … that seems to me a very powerful and beautiful thing. The world would be a boring place, Cyn, if everyone were created the same. Should every race have the same traits, the same choices, the same consequences? It is the diversity of it all, in each species, that makes this thing we call living such a wonderful journey to embark upon. Do not think what you have with the prince is any less than the bond that true mates have. You would be cheating yourself of the joy and sheer wonder that choosing a mate brings.”
Then she was gone as quickly as she had appeared. Cyn stood on shaky legs as the Great Luna’s words buried themselves into her mind and heart. She didn’t understand what the goddess had meant and probably wasn’t meant to understand at this point. And for that reason, she wasn’t going to mention it to Thalion. There was no point in him worrying about it when she would do enough worrying for the both of them.
She turned back to the veil and considered walking through it, but it had been too long since she’d seen her prince and flashing there would be much faster. She appeared at the door of his study. It was one of the few rooms in the palace that suited him. Regal though he may be, ostentatious he was not. Thalion preferred simple elegance, but it was apparent that whoever had fashioned the elven palace had been more keen on lavish things. From the golden banisters to the jewel-framed mirrors, they had spared no expense. When Thalion had taken over, instead of redoing the whole palace, he chose a few rooms and had them altered to his liking.
The study was her favorite. Worn leather chairs, soft thick rugs, and rows upon rows of books were just a few of the things that she loved about it.
After several deep breaths, Cyn finally knocked.
“Enter.” Thalion’s deep voice reached beyond the closed doors.
The sound of his words was the sweetest music to her ears. It had been too long since she’d heard it. A week now seemed like decades upon decades, and she was thirsty for any part of him.
Cyn pushed the door open and stepped inside. It was silent in the room, and the click of the latch settling back into place as the door closed sounded deafening. Her eyes found his immediately, and any doubt she had that he might not want her anymore vanished.
Thalion was looking at her like she was the last woman on earth. Lust and greed mingled with love and adoration as his gaze roamed over her. She’d never had any trouble talking to him, but in that moment, she found her brain was completely devoid of anything intelligent to say. So instead, she simply waited.
Thalion couldn’t take his eyes off of her. A long, emotional week had passed since he’d seen her, and her mere presence had already filled him with a peace he’d been missing. It had been too long. Too long without her scent. Too long without her voice. Too incredibly long without her touch.Never again.He straightened up from where he’d been leaning over his desk. He felt his heart pounding painfully in his chest, and his lungs refused to take in any air. Part of him was afraid she was just a figment of his imagination—a way for his mind and heart to deal with her absence. But the other part of him, the more rational part, knew it was her. He could smell her sweet scent and hear her breathing, which seemed to be as strained as his own. She was there, with him, finally.
“Beautiful,” he said, finally breaking the silence. “You take my breath away.” Thalion took slow steps toward her. He was afraid the slightest movement could scare her away. But when she took a single step in his direction, his control was lost.
Thalion swooped in on her with speed that any fae would be envious of and wrapped her in his arms. Her body immediately molded to his, perfectly, just as she was meant to. He’d known, without the Fates telling him, that Cyn was his. He’d never doubt it, and he hoped she would allow him the opportunity to prove it to her.
His arms tightened around her, and he buried his face against her neck. Thalion took long, deep breaths and reveled in her smell. She smelled like home. He felt her fingers twining in his long hair and nearly groaned at how good it felt. She was finally touching him.
“I’ve missed you so much,” he murmured against her neck.
“I’ve missed you as well.” Cyn’s sweet voice caused heat to surge through his body.
They held onto one another, refusing to let go and yet saying nothing. It was as though they both needed reassurance that the other was not going to vanish at any moment. After ten minutes of nothing but hugging, Thalion pulled back and took her small face in his hands. She was beautiful, his Cyn. Her eyes were heated with her own passion, and his desire for her clawed at his insides. Thalion pushed away those thoughts and remembered why they’d been apart in the first place.
“How have you been?” he asked.
