The Marriage Meant for Another
This was not a general weighing consequences.
This was a man who had reached the edge of himself.
“Now,” he said again, lower this time. “Before this place takes anything else from you.”
For a heartbeat, I wanted to go.
God help me, I wanted to turn my horse south and never look back—to let him pull me out of this nightmare and pretend the treaty, the blood, the years of sacrifice had never existed.
But wanting had never been enough to stop a war.
“Let me go,” I said.