She couldn’t answer him, though. How could she allow this to continue? She was Queen of the Seelie Fae, and she owed— “Doona ye feel the same, m’darlin’ lass?” he murmured in her ear. She bent her head back. How she loved being his ‘darlin’ lass’. He made her whole, and she knew, looking into his blue eyes, that she could not give him up. “I do, but—” “There is no but. Aye, ye be Queen of the Fae. So be it. I am leader of the Milesians, and together we stand against the Dark Fae, stand between them and our worlds. The humans canna take them on without us. Together, we can band our worlds and forget what was and think only of what will be, could be.” She touched his handsome face. “I know, but there are some here in Tir that would be …” She softened the word she was about to use and said, “upset.” “Aye, but we should no care. I doona care, and ye be queen. Ye have given everything for your subjects. Now ’tis time they stepped back and let ye be, let ye enjoy what is yer right to have—a life.”
