Right before I was escorted to the jail, Fawn waved bye bye to me. I smiled. My empty, pointless life for hers. Not bad.
Maria V. SnyderLiving with your decision must be hard. Nothing I or anyone can say will give you any peace. You must reconcile your actions in your heart.
Maria V. SnyderOut of nowhere, Valek appeared before me, yelling in my ear, shaking my shoulders. Stupidly, belatedly, I realized he was the drunk. Who else but Valek could win a fight against four large men when armed only with a beer mug?
Maria V. SnyderDo you really want to know why you lost?โ I asked. โDo you really have an answer?โ he countered. โYou need to get off your horse and run with your men. You donโt have the stamina for a long fight. And find a lighter sword.โ โBut it was my uncleโs.โ โYouโre not your uncle.โ โBut Iโm the King, and this is the Kingโs sword,โ Cahil said. His brows creased together. He seemed confused. โSo wear it to your coronation,โ I said. โIf you use it in battle, youโll be wearing it to your funeral,โ I said.
Maria V. SnyderYou missed the point completely! You're acting..." The word stuck in my throat. He didn't hesitate to say it. "Jealous?" When I nodded, he continued. "Now you're missing the point. It isn't jealousy. It's fear." "Fear?" Not the emotion I expected. "Yes. Fear. I'm afraid you'll be hurt or killed. I'm afraid I won't be able to protect you. I'm afraid I'll lose you to another man.
Maria V. Snyder