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He said nothing, but his eyes told her the promise of a world of barely containable desire.

-My Vhalla, my lady, my love - His words smoothed away the rough edges of her heart -You make me do things far more dangerous than dream. You make me hope, you make me want. - He sighed a sound that was part bliss and part pain. - Mother, I have yet to discover if you will be my salvation or my demise.

-What is this woman to you?
-Vhalla, I need her in so many ways, Mother help me, - Aldrik groaned. - I need her as my redemption, I need her kindness, I need her foregiveness, I need her smiles, I need her humanity, I need her ignorance, I need her innocence, and, yes ... Mother Sun, yes, I need her as a man. - (...)
- You love her.
It was not a question, but Aldrik answered it anyway. - More than I ever thought possible.

The time for sadness and pity was over. The girl who had come to the palace at eleven and lived her life in the library was dead; she'd been killed by the Senators whom she'd always been taught were sworn to protect her. The woman sitting in the saddle now had to find a heart of black steel. She had to survive if for no other reason than to spite the world.

This is a bad idea," he laughed.
"You - you will learn this the longer you're around me: I am the queen of bad ideas".

Even something very small can cast a large shadow when it is close to the sun.