T.A. Creech

King Solna Nalion is tired of war. Standing in the aftermath of yet another battle over an ancient insult, he longs for the possibility of ending the wars at last -- and finds it in Vius Tylele, a wounded warrior who is not what he seems. In light of Tylele's charm and intelligence, Nalion schemes to unite their countries for a lasting peace, one that might even bring love.<br><br>Nothing is as it seems and Vius Tylele knows that all too well. But King Nalion’s marriage proposal, while ridiculous, has merit. Between petulant generals, tainted magic, and falling unexpectedly in love, Vius discovers he has more to lose than he thought. His country, his magic, and even his heart.

Witch King

If Lasra was to be believed, there was less than a day’s walk left to the edge of Alahanai. Solna stuffed his belt pouch full of dried meat and the water skin got tied right next to it. A little bit of luck and a faster pace would have Vius in a healer’s care at Brandris by midday.


Solna moved Vius to sit at the base of their oak. Quickly, Solna cleared their camp as much as possible, then sat in front of his husband. He wished ardently that Vius were able to help him. Solna inched back until Vius’ chest met his back all the way down. Once he had Vius’ arms secure over his shoulders, Solna took his time rolling to his knees, then up to standing hunched over. The position lanced an ached straight down his spine, but it didn’t matter.


West lay beyond their tree. Solna shifted his hands from his husband’s wrists to under his slim thighs and straightened. Midday. He would have Vius in Brandris by midday. A promise.


Chapter 26