The emotions that Anastasia felt were raw, were that of awe and fear. They had never seen princess Anastasia in this form. And this was… this was so primal… like she was the one… the goddess, the deity of the Lore… the one who carried the blood of the ancient.
Anastasia… wasn't expecting this. She thought there would be some resistance, but this… this was different. Breath lodged in her throat as Ileus came right next to her. Her glow receded and Ileus came right beside her with his chest swelling with pride. He placed his hand on the small of her back. Together they looked mesmerizing.
Black shadows swirling around the white wings.
Anastasia craned her head to look at the man who was her mate, her love and her husband. "I love you…" she said.
"I love you too, sweetheart," he replied and their lips crashed. The Evindal sword hanging on the side.
