Page 85 of To Love a Dark Lord

She placed her hand on his chest. He wasn’t wearing his armor, and she wanted to feel the warmth of his skin. “Will he suffer?”

“No. His crimes do not warrant that.” Mordred placed his hand over the back of hers, holding it there.

To say that their relationship was…strange, was to put it mildly. But it suited them. And it was comfortable, now, after so many centuries. But there was a pattern that she knew they would repeat every night he came to her.

“Have you forgiven me?” He stepped forward, wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer to him.

Reaching up, she slid her arms around his neck and pressed herself close to him. “No. Does that change anything?”

“Never.” He leaned down to kiss her, his embrace hungry and eager. Their passions had never dulled. When he parted, he stroked her cheek. “I love you, my firefly.”

“And I love you, my dark lord.” She rested her head against his chest.

“The darkness to your light.”

Without which, neither of them could exist. He was the monster that haunted the dreams of children. The fear of a gruesome demise that kept all who would shatter the peace of Avalon in line. They could never be together in the light.

But here, in the shadows, she would always be his.

And he was hers.

And nothing would ever change that.

Fin.

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