“Ok deal.”
I let go of the breath I’m holding — praying that she will keep to her side of the bargain. If Lycur suspects she has anything more than hero worship for Geraint then his life will be in danger. I will have to be careful when mindspeaking to Geraint too; I don’t want him to worry about Lyva’s affection for him. Complications. I’m so sick of complications.
I leave Lyva in Pryderi’s capable hands. She appears without request, clearing away our dishes and tidying the room. I’m finally ready to sleep, exhausted both mentally and physically. After a quick bath, I crawl into bed and my husbands welcoming arms.
When a storm falls at the hand of a false friend,
A meeting of opposing souls creates an unbreakable bond.
The storm shall be restored to reign royal and supreme,
An on
