“I ask that you do not leave the glade until I am absolutely sure these Gods learn that what I say goes.” Kieran gave my hand a light squeeze, a sympathetic expression on his face. “I hope you do not see it as a way to trap you. I do not want that. I am only concerned about your safety.”
I shook my head and smiled up at him. “It’s okay. I don’t mind. I had no plans on leaving anyway.”
His entire face softens. “You don’t?”
“This is our home now.” I smiled, gesturing around in a little dance. “I don’t ever want to leave.”
Kieran’s hand grazes the side of my face and gives his own rare smile. “It is. And you will have everything here. You will have a thousand dresses and clothes, an unlimited amount of food and servants that will be at your beck and call. It will all be perfect for you.”
