From Orion Frosthelm
His Royal Highness, Crown Prince Orion of Frosthelm
Capital Province, Frosthelm Prime
Danika Starbourne,
I am beginning to question whether your silence is a matter of ignorance or insolence.
I allowed you time to process the reality of our bond. I assumed—perhaps too generously—that you would act with a modicum of reason and accept the inevitable. And yet I have received no response. No acceptance of the bond that fate itself has woven between us. No indication of your intentions.
Is it possible you do not understand what is expected of you? Are humans truly this dense? If you require instruction, then allow me to make it simple:
1 Close your eyes.
2 Concentrate on your heart—I have been told you only possess one, so this should not be difficult.
3 Prepare yourself, body, mind and soul to claim me as I have already claimed you, that I am the only one you will cherish for the rest of your days.
4 Then say the words “I, Danika Starbourne, accept you, Orion Thalos, as my fated mate.”
5 Those words and that acceptance of the bond will provide enough fuel for the portal to open wide enough that more than a letter can pass through. The bond will pull you straight to me. You will be able to walk through a rip in time and space and directly into my arms.
That is all. It requires no effort. It is not difficult.
And yet here I sit, still stranded on the other side of the cosmos, waiting for my future queen to act.
I have already done my part. Can’t you feel it?
The bond is a living force, a two-way current.
Yet this last zenith I felt it dimming, as though you are willfully pushing me away.
As though you are rejecting what is between us.
You are resisting something that is already a part of you. Do you understand what you are refusing?
The moment you accept the bond, you will no longer be confined to that dismal little planet.
You will no longer suffer the monotony of mortal existence.
Here, you will live in the lap of luxury, doted on by our subjects, revered as a queen.
Your every need will be met before you realize you have it. I will see to that personally.
And, Danika, let us not pretend I am the only one suffering from this delay.
I have been patient. I have been restrained. I am not accustomed to such denial.
You should understand something about fated mates: We do not ease into one another as casual lovers do. We do not tease, or hesitate, or delay. The bond demands consummation. When I arrive, you will need to be prepared to receive me in all ways.
So accept the bond. Now. Say the words and come to me.
I expect you will not make me wait any longer.
Orion Thalos
Crown Prince of Frosthelm
Your Fated Mate