Born of Blood and Ash

No. The Ash in the mortal realm, where he’d been able to shed the weight of responsibility and forget the cause of those blood drops inked onto his flesh for a little while, was who he was. And he was once more that Ash.

He took my hand and kissed my palm. He then nodded toward the antechamber. “You ready now? For real this time?”

I nodded.

His gaze lifted to mine. “Just remember, when you walk through that door, you will not do so as the Consort. You will be doing so as the Queen.”

“And you as their King.”

Ash nodded, cupping my cheek with his other hand. “Together.”

I turned my head and kissed his palm. “Always.”