The Warrior's Heart
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“What…what are you doing here?” Jolan rushed forward. “Ilona said you were away defending Constantinople.”
Viktor laughed as she embraced him. “The city is a fortress and needs no extra defence. It will not fall.” His fingers tightened around her waist. “You grow softer, Prinţesă. I like that.”
“What news from Kelemen? Have you seen Ilona?”
“It is not news I bring to you today, Prinţesă.” His arm tightened around her. “Instead I bring gifts.”
Jolan smiled and touched his face. She’d missed him. It had been nearly a month since she saw him last and was happy he’d returned. She’d found her heart ached when he was away as if it were a very part of her missing until they were in one another’s arms again.
“I do not want for your gifts, Viktor Kelemen. You know it is you that I wait for,” she admitted softly.
“Is it? With the walls that have been built around Maethi, I wondered if you meant to keep me out.” He chuckled. “This place shall be a fortress by the time it turns colder.”
“And Maethi shall be protected from those that wish to bring harm.” Jolan nodded. “I shall no longer need a guard’s protection then.”
“Then my gift today is the last I will bring.” He inclined his head.
Jolan’s heart grew heavy. She’d hoped he would still wanther once the walls were built. The Moroi had changed him. She’d seen the shift in his eyes as he and his wolf grew accustomed to the differences. He was stronger than he’d ever been and when he shifted to wolf his capabilities seemed limitless and tales of his fearlessness travelled fast. Women whispered of him with lust and Jolan imagined he was given his choice of any he might desire.
“You have that look again, Prinţesă,” he interrupted her reflections.
“What look?”
“The one that accuses me while you tell me you are not jealous.”
Jolan rolled her eyes. But she was jealous—of every moment he was away from her. How many nights had her mother sat with her while she wept for his return? How many times had she hoped for him to tell her that he desired to make her his own and keep her?
“I want no gift from you, just your kiss before you leave me to return to Kelemen.” Her voice betrayed her attempts to mask her sadness and his gaze narrowed before he leant forward and brushed his lips against hers.
“As you command me, Prinţesă, but I will not leave this time without taking what I came for.” He spoke against her lips and she laughed despite the heat that rose to her cheeks.
“I would not deny you.” She stepped back and reached for his hand. When she started to turn, to lead him to her room, his fingers tightened around hers causing her to look back at him.
“I mean for you to come with me this time to Kelemen.”
It took her a moment to realise what he meant. “With you?”
“As my wife.”
Her heart leapt in her chest. “Your wife? Why?”
“I cannot breathe without you, Prinţesă, and though I vowed I would not take your freedom I must if I am to have any peace of my own. From the moment you cracked me in the head with my own sword I have loved you, and I will not leave here without you.”
His gaze reflected the truth of his words and she rushed back to his arms, laughter finding her throat. She kissed him, joy filling her completely.
“This means you will come willingly?”
“As long as you promise to continue my training,” she bartered, “and know that I shall not be obedient and always of a gentle voice. Just because I am yours does not mean I am your slave.” She watched him smile.
“Whatever you wish I shall I agree to, for I am the slave, Prinţesă, to your warrior heart.”
About the Author
Sable Grey resides in the deep south of the United States with her wonderful husband, three very spoiled dogs, and three crazy cats. She spends her time writing, designing cover art, watching moves, and reading.
With favourite authors like Stephen King, Piers Anthony, and Iris Johansen, it’s no mystery where the inspiration to write tales of love, adventure, and mystery come from. An avid reader and storyteller at a young age, Sable began writing small stories as a child for her mother. However, it wasn’t until she was well in to her twenties that she realised that her calling was sharing her stories with a larger audience than just family members and friends.
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