Jericho
I'd chosen duty all my life and I had never betrayed it.
It was a known fact that my loyalty was to the Queen. I was her hand when she meeted out punishments. I was her sword when she needed someone dead. I was her pistol when she needed it quiet.
I should've been her sixth mate. If I had accepted it, I would have been by her feet tonight, curled around her thighs and eating right out of her hands.
And perhaps, seven years ago, I wouldn't have minded it. I might have even liked it, if the black thing that was my soul ever learned to feel something.
We all had our secrets. My brothers didn't ask for mine and I didn't ask theirs.
And it was for that same reason no one really knew how long I'd dreaming about her.
Soren may have claimed her first, but it felt like I had known her for longer.
