Chapter 92
GRAESON
As Graeson watched the soldiers collapse all across the capital, he was left in awe of Kalisandre.
If the gods could read Graeson’s mind, they would scorn him for what he was thinking. But he did not care.
Part of him wanted to call Kalisandre a goddess, to claim she had been blessed with more of Sabina’s blood than anyone could have thought possible.
However, the label didn’t sit right on his tongue.
Not because she was not worthy enough to be a god, nor because she was less than one, less than the immortals who had granted her the ability she possessed.
But because it simply wasn’t enough. It didn’t encapsulate everything she was and everything she could do.
Kalisandre was more than a warrior, more than a queen, more than a goddess. She was beyond explanations and labels. She was a woman who had finally found herself, who finally trusted herself.
And Graeson, somehow, by the grace of the Fates, was her soul bond, and he had never felt prouder to be anything else.
They both had monstrous parts and pasts that writhed in the shadows of their minds.
He knew how nearly impossible it could be to accept that darkness, to conquer it.
But Kallie had. She had accepted her darkness.
She hadn’t let it consume her and bring her to her knees. Instead, she had risen above it.
The bull king had raised Kalisandre to be a monster, to manipulate, seduce, and kill for power.
For so long, Kalisandre had thought that she was full of darkness, that she only brought destruction upon those she cared about.
But as the clang of metal came to a halt, Graeson realized the truth: she was the kingdom’s salvation.