Bound (A Faery Story 1)

“Le cheile go deo,” Cian whispered.

“Together forever, I promise,” Meg vowed.

Flanna walked in, her small face glowing with happiness. “Your

breakfast is ready, Your Highness, but I fear you have no time to eat.

The village has been informed you’re awake at last.”

“They camped outside the cottage waiting for word on your

health,” Dante explained with a grin.

“Really?” Meg asked. She’d left one plane where no one noticed

she’d been alive, only to find this one where a whole village waited to

find out if she was all right.

“They love you, wife. They want to see their queen.” Beck held

his hand out.

Meg brushed away the happy tears that sprang to her eyes.

“How could they not love you?” Cian asked, taking her other

hand. “You’re their queen, their brave, kind, and beautiful queen.”

Flanna opened the door. The brownie hadn’t lied. The entire

village was standing outside Meg’s door. A cheer went up as she

walked outside.

This small piece of heaven was her kingdom. These were her

people, not because someone put a crown on her head. They were

hers because she loved them.

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Sophie Oak

Meg looked out and realized that there were many decisions to be

made in the coming years. Torin would try to kill her husbands again,

she knew. Beck and Cian would be under pressure to take back their

homeland. There were hundreds of things that could go wrong. But in

that moment, as she walked among her people, the sun shone down,

and she was surrounded with love. The future could come with all its

uncertainties and danger. It wouldn’t matter.