*Kael*

If anyone had asked me before the war what I would be doing when I turned twenty-eight years old, I would not have said marrying my mate who came all the way from the Eastern continent.

I wouldn’t have said that she didn’t come all the way so much as was kidnapped, nor that she would single-handedly end a twelve-year war.

I wouldn’t have been able to comprehend the pride and love and wonder—and occasional irritation at her ...