The Beauty of Darkness (The Remnant Chronicles 3)

There was more shuffling in the dark hall behind him, then Orrin and Tavish walked in with wide grins plastered across their faces. Each of them held a crate filled with melons.

“I grew them myself,” Rafe said. “Mostly.”

My mind tumbled. Melons? “You are a man of many talents, King Jaxon.”

Creases deepened around his eyes. “And you, Queen Jezelia, are a woman of surprising strengths.”

I didn’t move.

I wasn’t sure I was breathing.

He reached up and caressed my cheek.

“I know hundreds of miles separate us. I know you have your endless duties here and I have mine in Dalbreck. But we’ve done the impossible, Lia. If we can find a way to end centuries of animosity between the kingdoms … surely … we can find a way for us.”

He bent over, and his lips met mine, gentle, tender, and I trembled against their touch. I tasted the wind, sweet melons, a thousand dreams, and hope.

We parted and looked at each other, a better ending at our fingertips.

A way for us.

Impossible.

But that hadn’t stopped us before.

And I reached up and brought his mouth back to mine.

THE END