Grace Draven

“Blood ties do not always make a family

I think we all seek companionship, wife. Sometimes it’s physical; sometimes it’s much more.”

void is vast, like the sea at night and no land in sight. I’ll be the beacon, Brishen.”

“I’m not human, wife,” he whispered into the darkness.
Shock rounded his eyes at Ildiko’s response, slurred with sleep and nearly incoherent. “But you’re still mine, husband.”

“My beautiful husband.” she said. “I see radiance.”

“Not a paler light,” he said. “A radiant one, from a woman in whose presence I will never be blind.”

“Woman of day,” he said slowly. “You mean everything to me.”

Marriage obviously had many more pitfalls to beware of besides sharing a bed and a household with a stranger.

The prince’s ugly wife with the frightening eyes.

was ugly; she was beautiful, and she was his. “My Ildiko,” he whispered.