Page 151 of Priestess of the Silver Dragon
“AmI?”
“Yes.”There’samusement in her mental tone now.Shelikes using ourBondto communicate.“Youget that look.”
“What look?”
“The one that says you’re trying to carry the whole kingdom on your shoulders already.Youdon’t have to, you know.”
I shake my head, reaching up to tuck a stray curl behind her ear.
“Just thinking about what comes next, sweetheart.Forall of us.”
Her expression softens.
“We’ll figure it out together—the three of us.”
“We will,”myDrakeagrees immediately.“You’llbe a good king—ElowenandIwon’t let you fail.”
I feel her smile widen as she hears him too.it still amazes me sometimes—how easily she speaks with him now, how natural it’s become.There’sno fear in her, no hesitation.Whereother women might shy away, might keep their distance from aDrakeexcept when absolutely necessary,Elowendoesn’t.
She welcomes him—welcomes us both.
And she gives herself to us without reservation—not just once, not just on the night of ourBonding, but again and again, strengthening theBondwe share until it feels like nothing in this world could ever break it.
I’ve heard the stories—DrakeShifterswho only experience that union once, their mates unwilling to go further, unwilling to embrace that part of them any more than is necessary.
I can’t imagine it.BecauseIdon’t have to.BecauseIhave her.
I cover her hand with mine, pressing it more firmly against my chest, letting the connection deepen.Lettingher feel everythingIcan’t quite put into words.
Gratitude, awe, and love so fierce it still catches me off guard.
“I nearly lost you,”Isay quietly.“Almostlet you get away.”
Her fingers tighten slightly against me.
“But you didn’t.”
“No,”Iagree, my voice going hoarse.“Ididn’t.”
Because she chose me, not once—but twice.Shesaved me and gave herself to me and myDrakeandIintend to spend the rest of my life proving that chance she took on me was worth it.
I lean down, pressing a kiss to her forehead, then her lips, slow and teasing.
She sighs softly against me, her hand sliding up to the back of my neck, holding me there for a moment longer.
Mine.
Ours,myDrakecorrects again, smug as ever.
I smile against her mouth.
“Yes,”Imurmur.“Ours.”
AndIknow, with a certainty deeper than anythingI’veever known, that what we’ve built—what we’ve become together—will never fade…will never break.
I will love her for the rest of my days.
My wife.
My queen.
MyPriestessof theSilverDragon.
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