“Bors… My king. My lord.” She mutters the words, like they’re swimming in her head.
“I love you, my queen. My Sara.” I grip her ass with my free hand and lift her against the wall, feeling her legs wrap around my waist. “I couldn’t live without you, or without all of this. I’ve loved you from the very first moment I laid eyes on you, at the well in Weschail, standing next to Annie. I’ve never loved anyone else. Thank you for giving me this life.”
A little tear falls from her eye as she smiles, nodding. “Thank you,” she says. “I love you.”
And with that, she buries her face in mine, and we kiss long and hard, a kiss that contains every promise for the future, for a long life together, for the love of each other and that of our children.
But also for a night of passion ahead.