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"One drop of Adam's blood and you'll free me. Then I am yours, my king."
The terror in his heart. The vise-like grip on him. The hot slice into his hand. The ice in her eyes. The white hand reaching for his. The siren call to her will.
Faint, far away, he heard a shout. Distant were the sounds of battle. Something told him to look, to avert his eyes from her. But the eyes before him held him fast. He knew he should resist, but her hand invited him closer.
Where was He? Had He abandoned them? Had His grace departed from the heroes past? Did He no longer care? Would He not help? Would she? She was offering, wasn't she? She was powerful, wasn't she? She could rid him of the enemy, couldn't she? She called him "king"; she'd set him on his rightful throne, wouldn't she?
Then it hit him. Weak and helpless on the ground, he knew the answer: no, she wouldn't. No, he would not give in.
More menacing than ever was her form. But then her plans unravelled and her frozen prison shattered. And there, between the still-icy pillars, He stood. Not in the flesh, but in the carving depicting His victory so many years ago. Victory over the Deep Magic. Over death itself. Over… her.
How great his folly to think that the evil of the past would bow to his will. To think that he nearly freed the one who had ruled the land most cruelly. To think he nearly enslaved himself to such a one. To think he believed her when she had said, "I am yours, my king"!
But that was past. This was now.
He was here. He had come. His grace had not left. He had come in His time. He had come to save. He was powerful, victorious, majestic. And despite his wrongs and insecurities, He was setting a crown on his head. The answer was clear now, for He was the answer.
Near, so very close, the oath of kings. A breath away, the voice of the Most Glorious One. A command to look, to be captured by His gaze. Their eyes met.
The wonder He wrought. His freedom that welled up within. The grace He so freely extended. The life in His eyes. The golden head breathing on him. The irresistible call to His will.
There was only one thing he could say. Only one thing to say.
"I am Yours, my King."
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