Under growing pressure from his court, Taron must find a royal bride to provide an heir to his throne. Given no real choice, he chooses Lady Caleen Canlon. The mage Rolin does his best to hide his own dismay and fear of losing Taron. He understands Taron's position, but he's uncertain on how everything will effect them. With war brewing, the throne is threatened from all sides. Taron and Rolin are thrown in a battle none are sure can be won and betrayal is closer then they think. Can the three star-crossed souls save all they hold dear?
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"What happened to using my name when we are alone, Rolin?" Taron asked quietly.
Rolin smiled slowly as he closed the distance between them. "Yes, Taron," he whispered, sliding the fingers of one hand through Taron’s hair to cup the back of his neck.
The tension in him relaxed with the touch. "Everything is ready for us. Shall I send for something to eat before we leave?"
"Not yet." Rolin pulled his king close, lips brushing over Taron’s softly. "I miss you."
"You’ve chosen to distance us, Rolin, not I." His hand covered the mage’s as his lips sealed over his, silencing both of them.
Rolin deepened the kiss, backing Taron up against the opposite wall. He pressed the king between the wall and his body, groaning into Taron’s mouth.
Though few trusted the magician, Taron knew better and understood how deeply devoted Rolin was to him. For the moment, he allowed the mage to have control and take what he wanted. His arms wrapped around Rolin’s neck as his body pushed tightly against him.
"The door is locked," Rolin muttered as he slid one hand between them to cup Taron through his pants.