Fantasy Romance
Filled with the holy light of the gods, Marcus channeled all he was into one final thrust.
The skull stared at him, its ivory bone incapable of showing surprise, pain, or even triumph.
Fear pooled in Sir Marcus’s stomach as failure stared at him.
Then the lich was gone, the light of the Holy Trinity incinerating it to ash.
Marcus fell to his knees, another prayer on his lips as exhaustion dropped him to his knees.
Brelynn scrubbed her skin raw, but no matter how hot the water was, she couldn’t wash away the spell her master forced her to cast.
Mara hugged her. “It hurts so much because your soul is still clean. It’s when the pain stops you have to worry.”
By the gods, she was beautiful. Brave. Kind. Loyal.
He’d done nothing to earn her or her love, but she gave it freely.
If she asked for the moon, he’d figure out how to give it to her.
All she wanted was to find her brother. And so he’d find him.
Brelynn was like a sister to her, and the only family Mara had. The only family worth having.
How could Brelynn fall in love with a holier-than-thou Knight of Valor?
As the tiny fist of Brelynn’s daughter closed around Mara’s finger, a faint smile curved the warrior’s lips.
Maybe the Knight wasn’t all bad.
Sir Marcus stood ready to lead the army into the eastern provinces and slay the lich.
He had said his goodbyes. Made peace with the gods and his own mortality. His heart was pure, and his conscious clear.
It was the last time either would be.
Sir Marcus stared down at the graves.
His father, a hero of Tamryn. His mother, the hero’s beloved wife.
Marcus felt no sadness.
Closing his eyes, he whispered a prayer and opened himself to the gods’ divinity.
He touched his hand to the graves and whispered, “I forgive you.”