44. The Fae King
Icould hardly believe this day had come.
For years, I had never dreamed of finding love. I was a twice-cursed king. Who would ever want me? Now, my curse had been broken, my soul rot had vanished, the unseelie had been defeated, and a war with the humans averted.
My heart was whole.
Best of all, today, I would seal the most important bargain of my life… forever. My hands shook with nerves as I fiddled with the clasp on my cloak. It was almost time to head to the beach and my bride.
Harry clasped my cloak for me and placed a hand on my shoulder. ”Not much longer,” he assured me.
”I would willingly wait for her for a lifetime,” I breathed.
He chuckled. ”I know you would. I’m happy to see you smiling again. I’m glad you found each other–warts and all.”
I gave him a concerned tilt of my head. Harry was always there for me, and I wanted happiness for him too. ”And what of you, old friend? Is your curse broken too? Will you be able to find love?”
”Only time will tell,” he said evenly.
I nodded. I hoped so too. Harry deserved love. ”You know we’re here to support you, too,” I reminded him.
He clapped me on the back. ”I never doubted it.”
An hour later, I waited in the ocean with the waves gently lapping at my ankles. My eyes weren’t fixed on the crowd of important wedding guests. They were trained on the sand dunes and sea oats, waiting for her to appear among them.
Waiting for my little sparrow to fly to her nest.
Because from now on, home for us would be each other.