I should have let her rot in that border village. One sharp-tongued human blacksmith drops a horseshoe at my soldier’s feet and suddenly I can’t stay away.
Her fire, her defiance, the way she works iron like she wants to bend the world to her will.
It’s all mine now. She was never supposed to be more than a distraction. But one night in her forge, I claimed her completely. Now she carries my heir.
And every corrupt lord in my territory wants her dead for it. They’ll have to go through me. I’ll burn entire bloodlines to keep her and our child safe.
She ran from my world. Now I’m dragging her back into it
On her knees if I have to.
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