His Darkest Devotion - Page 85
She would still be required to learn how to use a sword, but no one would ever break her fingers for twirling. There would be no hangings. No beatings. No fear.
The academy would be a place of fun and wonder. Of honesty and academic exploration.
Cyderial was unquestionably King, yet he wore no crown. I was Queen, usually in uniform, training children while studying human texts on education and philosophy.
Overwhelmed but hopeful.
And growing very much in love with my liege.
A man who had literally given me and my unborn daughter a new world.
Who rubbed my feet, who cooked for me. Who brought me beautiful rocks and worshipped my body as I grew heavy with our first child.
Who made love to me, and challenged me, and was worthy in every way.
