The prophecy says I will crown a king who longs to be free. Not with power—with choice. The same which he’s granted me.
“Together, we’re the strongest of all,” I whisper. “That isn’t a burden. That’s a gift.”
His awe-struck expression softens into a tender smile. I eagerly return that.
“Queen of my heart.”
His fingers brush my hair to the side, lingering along my neck. My pulse quickens under his touch.
“Only one thing will complete the bond.”
“I know,” I say, and he hums.
“You’ve made up your mind?”
“I’ve never felt more sure of anything.”
Two fingers press against my neck, and I suck in a breath. The silver dims in his veins, and for a moment, I swear it flashes gold.
“I am yours,” he says, and my heart flutters. “Let me make you mine.”
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WRITTEN IN SCARS
Stillness settles between us. I breathe steadily, savoring each one. They’re the last I’ll ever take.
It isn’t fear that follows that acknowledgement.
“Cadence.”
My name is no longer a plea on his tongue. It’s the answer.
“Mm?”
Niko’s fingers ghost over my neck. There’s no urgency. With silver poison lingering under his skin, I know he’s weak. Only the promise of this moment steadies us, his touch reverent and gaze fixed on mine.
There’s no return. And, in this moment, there’s no rush.
“Tell me again,” he says.
“I choose this.”
I tilt my head back, baring my neck as further confirmation. Two fingers become his entire hand, splaying across my throat gently, caressing warm skin. My pulse stabilizes under his touch.
“No prophecy,” I continue. “No fear.”
“Us?” he asks quietly, and I hum.
“Us.”
He closes the distance, his lips meeting mine. The kiss is soft, achingly slow. He savors the taste of my mortality. I anchor my arms around him.
“I love you,” he whispers between us. “Those three words are so simple, yet it’s true, my starlight. You are my tomorrow, and all tomorrows to come.”
I pull away enough to breathe again, our noses brushing and foreheads touching.
“I love you, too.” I meet his soft gaze. “My forever.”