“My queen,” the rogue whispered, blood staining the corner of his mouth as he struggled to lift his head. His eyes—glasslike and already dimming—locked onto Diana with reverence that bordered on devotion. “I am so happy.”
The words startled the crowd.
Talon stiffened instantly, his grip tightening around Diana’s hand.
“Even if this is my last breath,” the rogue continued, voice trembling not with fear but with awe, “this is still the happiest day of my life. I met you… my queen.” A broken smile curved his lips. “The king will come for you. And I pray to the Goddess to grant you a long and happy life together.”
The air shattered.
“What are you talking about?” Talon roared, his voice merging seamlessly with Fenrir’s. The ground beneath their feet cracked as his aura surged outward, viol
