It was a restless night for me, I slept lightly holding King Harvey to my chest in pure paranoia. I am grateful when morning breaks and King Harvey naturally stirs awake in my grasp with a knowing grin.“Forgive me, Elena.” King Harvey rasps, his voice worn over in sleep.“I understand, my love. Please rest more, you seem exhausted.”“Have you rest?”“No, I am too worried about you.”“Then rest now, Elena.” King Harvey holds me to his chest, and I fall into a fulfilling sleep in his arms.Waking up at noon is not my plan, but I do. King Harvey is dozing lightly beside me, and I kiss his cheek, so he awakes.“Are you feeling any better, King Harvey?”“I am rather tired, Elena, I am sorry.”“Doesn’t resting help you heal?”“Yes, Elena.” King Harvey nods. “But that is more for physical wounds.&rdquo

King Harvey keeps his hand steady on my back as we walk through the castle, well, our castle from the undercroft. This basement of the castle takes us to where King Harvey hides his money. The stone walls that surround us are lit by a soft orange fire that naturally illuminates the way as we step.“Elena, watch closely, my dear.” King Harvey opens his palm and shows it to the wall in front of us. A soft red flame emits from the center of his hand, and a red door appears before us.“Security?”“Yes. Our children will have a slight incentive to learn our shard abilities, Elena.”“You picture them stealing?”King Harvey laughs. “All do when they are young, and if they earn it by using this flame, is it stealing?”I nod as he opens the round red door. We step into a tower-like room, overflowing the gold coins. They hang from the ceiling in collective strands, and gems litter the floor in all shapes and color.“King Harvey, where did you get all of this?”My head spins at the idea of colle

King Harvey sits on the edge of our bed with his head in his hands. I say nothing as I enter the room and lock the door behind me. He sighs when I sit beside him and place my hand on his knee.“Talk to me.” I say to him.King Harvey heavily exhales, a long almost howling escapes his lips. “My parents visited earlier while you slept. They say that your powers are going to make you a massive target for the other kingdoms. My cousin lives in hell. I don’t wish for my wife and our future kin to suffer because of this. Because of me.”“You?” I laugh bitterly as my heart cracks in half cleanly. “I am the human here.”“I should have taken you as a mistress…” King Harvey whispers as I feel the need to throw up.“WHAT?!” I scream, taking his face in my hands. “What the hell?!”King Harvey smiles brokenly. “Had I taken a werewolf as a wife, she would

King Harvey cheerily hugs me as he laughs. “Elena! This power you are exhibiting is very advanced for new lunas and beyond the human capability.”“Really?!” I exclaim. “I am surpassing new lunas?”“Of course! I must believe it is your heart, Elena. Now, please tell me what you think of?”At his kind words, I grin so hard my face aches.“Thank you so much, King Harvey. I think of a painter painting, they do one section at a time. It is kind of like I am painting and highlighting my body parts that I want to be powerful and used.”“You made yourself levitate, Elena. That is so impressive.” King Harvey whispers in soft awe. He smiles happily. “I am so proud of you.” “Thank you, King Harvey.”“I want to see if I can try this…” King Harvey mutters as he opens his massive palm. At one clench of his palm, he forms a healin

I don’t have time to comb through my emotions and see what I think of King Harvey. How much does he love me to break protocol so we can go to this Fate Party? He is mad at me, but I am mad at him so is that fair? He listened to me but didn’t understand. Did I understand him? Of course, I would keep him away from a war zone. That is all he was trying to do… but is he overreacting? I hear King Harvey punching the punching bag in our training room. One hit after another, each grunt of force he exerts echoes through the hallway. I wonder how loud we are when we make love… maybe that is why he jumped at buying our cottage. Walking into the training room, I hear clear as day the power of his punches against the bag. Each punch is an impossibly hard hit against the bag. I walk by him, and watch his fist go straight through the bag. King Harvey’s face is ashen and sweaty as he stares down at me. In this harsh light, I see the bags under his eyes clearly. “Are you okay?” I open my arms to