The Troll Queen's Bride
“Heith will smooth it all, alongside her pupil, Yuriel. They are godborn, after all, made anew in the Goddess’ image.”
I smiled faintly, looking at the smoked winter boar over the coals of last nights fire, its porcine flesh smelling like a pit barbecue. Juicy and tender, we prepared it in the kitchen early as others slept. Yolanda had fallen asleep at the table, tending to others, her golden eagle wings aflutter, Tuniska brawn under her falcon cloak shining like molten bronze, and a softness in my heart stirred.
I served her pork on the bone, sitting beside her, holding her hand… as my Queen, now Eastern mortal, cooked in a silken widow web.
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