“What, Guinevere?” He met her gaze with a smile. “You worry that the same mistakes will be made again, I understand that. You are not my wife, as so many believe, but a dear friend who has ruled by my side. And as your friend, I ask you to have faith. And don’t turn your nose up at that.” He frowned since ‘turn up her nose’ was exactly what she did. “It takes great faith to see darkness when it is hidden but greater faith to see light when it is buried. And it is not always faith in oneself.”
“Riddles.” Gwen shook out her long red curls, crossing her arms defiantly.
Oberon merely smiled wider. “Perhaps. But I have faith that Nathan will see the answer. Don’t hold onto your bitterness for the one you lost. Look what your love gave us.” With the smallest tilt of his head, Oberon directed Gwen’s attention to the gathered incubi and succubae soldiers. “They are beautiful, powerful beings.”