Page 51 of The Fallen Fae King

Lanlin nods at the throne. “Sit, Raven.”

Daire’s smile widens. “Don’t mind if I do.”

He swaggers to the throne to the gasps of the noble guests. No fae has ever sat on the House of Sin throne.

Daire throws himself down, bouncing up and down a couple of times. “Comfy. You even provided me with a cushion.”

I glance at Lanlin in surprise. “You really added a cushion for me?”

Lanlin blinks. “Of course. You wanted one. It is crafted in the design you requested, emerald with a sun.”

See, wrapped around my wolfie finger.

I reward my Alpha with a kiss, before he places me on Daire’s lap.

Our guests gasp again.

Now, both a wolf and fae are sitting on their sacred throne.

“Do you like my solution, dearheart?” Lanlin asks, standing at my side.

I snuggle closer to Daire, who wraps his arms around my waist. I stare out at the noble Bloods, who are staring back at me in shock. Even the priestesses have stopped their chanting.

Lanlin is making a statement about his nestmates’ status within the kingdom.

“As long as you don’t try and sit on my lap as well.” Daire wrinkles his nose. “I’m strong, but you’ll squash me.”

Lanlin crosses his arms. “I don’t sit on other people’s laps. You are my Blood Lover. You sit on mine, as I will show you later.”

Daire winks. “One of my favorite positions.”

Ruin casts Daire a disapproving glare. He approaches Lanlin, holding up a goblet.

The goblet is made from alabaster. It is so polished that the wine, which is infused with blue lotus petals, appears to glow within it.

I stiffen in sudden fear.

I know that this is the crucial part of the Blue Moon ritual. Lanlin explained it to me and gained my consent. Yet I am still nervous.

“Let everyone witness that this bond is for eternity. Let you be judged in the afterlife,” Ruin intones. “Now, your vows.”

Lanlin’s shadow is cast over me, as he turns to face me.

Daire and I should hold his power, since we’re sitting on his throne. Lanlin, however, has never looked so powerful.

“I will love you until the stars burn from the sky and the sky itself is forgotten,” Lanlin vows. “I will love you, even from the depths of the Void. I would set a thousand crowns at your feet and think the bargain unequal.”

Daire and I both reach up to touch our bat diadems. Then Daire catches my hands in his.

“I give you my true name, King Daire.” Daire’s voice is low and heartfelt. I know how much that means to him, and how hard it is to say. “I place it in your keeping. Wound me, and I shall forgive. Abandon me, and I shall wait. Forget me, and I shall remember. While my spirit endures in any form, beneath any sky, in any age yet to come, it will know yours and turn toward it.”

My two murder husbands.

The deadliest creatures in the realms, they are standing before an entire court and offering me their souls as though they were surrendering weapons.

Yet theirs is a type of devotion that I never imagined could exist.

I simply smile at them. “I love you. And I choose you as my pack.”