"My son shall show you the way," the king said. "We do not cross onto the path, but he will take you as far as the gods allow."
As the prince approached the group, the king stepped toward Serena once more, stopping only a breath away.
"My ancestors delivered their judgment the moment your blood touched the flame. I am bound by it, and I do so willingly." He stepped closer. "When the day comes that you call upon Aevamorra Vyracarum, I will answer. My army will be yours."
His eyes locked on hers. "Go to the temple. Survive it. Today is not your day to die."
Serena bowed her head with composed, diplomatic grace.
"Then I am in your debt, Your Majesty. And when that day comes, I will honor the faith your ancestors have placed in me."
Fin and Dex stood shoulder to shoulder behind her, silent, still, watching their mate bow to a foreign king who had just pledged everything he had to her.
