The Brave Human Mate

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Healer Rhea's POV

Romulus had stood, tall and proud for the work he had accomplished thus far with his father and his own reign. But here was one of the reasons he had worked so hard to preserve Amory's memory.

Even if he never believed to see it in his lifetime, he had hoped that Rhea would have been kissed by the moon, awaiting their destined reunion with the rest of her family and his.

Her approval was what he strived for, and to see the added tears from mere flowers and touch-ups in the garden created by her mother...It was all he needed to conclude he was doing something right.

"It...It looks the same."

"It was well preserved from the fires. The statues did have to get a new coating, as the ashes had stuck to the stone. But besides that, everything is as it was....I regret never being able to take the tour with you." She allowed herself a laugh, though hid it kindly behind her hand as she tightened her grasp on his arm—Worrying over a slip in the dirt.

"The smell...Gods, I feel like I am a child again."

"Then we are even, because as I stand beside you—I am still not used to looking down." Rhea had grumbled the rather cruel word under her breath, allowing a grin to spread across his face with ease.

He found it rather amusing the way she spoke without worry to him.

But then again, he was thankful for it.

"How did I do today?"

"Wonderfully annoying. There is only so much I can do without the rest causing an uproar. Is it awful to say I cannot wait for the next?"

"Oh, I can promise a wonderful fight for the next. I can complain about plenty—N-not that it's on you or your father. It's just the convergence to one Kingdom did not transpire as smoothly as everyone here believes." It was the truth he didn't want to admit to, not to mention the issue of Rogues funneling through.

Although that was now settled.

"Kieran is rather kind."

"Kind...Kind is a good word for it. Though the dinner will no doubt be a chance to pitch his son to you."

"Is that a fault? I am meant to be a single female." A growl escaped him, and a laugh followed as she stood in front of a lovely patch of Yeldas just by her feet.
"Not for long."

"I suppose...Though I never gave you a proper answer." Romulus' eyes flared with realization as he tilted his head. His wolf hoping to look more kinder to the small and feeble female. "I cannot promise much in my position, and what little my property is worth in comparison to what you have now..."

"Amory, I do not care about any of that."

"You should. Those in your position are to gain something in a marriage and mating."

"Alright, for the years that we have stayed within the castle. The castle that is yours. Your summer manor. The—" Her head shot towards him and it nearly gave her a whiplash.

"My summer manor...You don't mean it survived, do you?"

"Yes, it has, my little female. And I intend to use it after our mating—Marriage. What was the term you used? Honey-Moon? Yes. That would be a grand idea." Her eyes narrowed as she huffed away.

"Cruel, bribing me." Romulus couldn't sense anyone nearby, thought it didn't mean there weren't onlookers up above. But he couldn't help himself, not when he had caught up to her small and cautious steps as he hurried to wrap his arms around her waist and pulled her back into his embrace.