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A roar erupted from the horde. Not of mockery, but of celebration.

“I saved my husband’s life,” she corrected. “There is a difference.”

She leaned her head against his shoulder. “You are still a savage.” hime kishi wa banzoku no yome

Kaelen crouched, bringing his scarred face level with hers. He smelled of woodsmoke, horses, and iron. He reached out, and she flinched, expecting a blow. Instead, he took a strand of her mud-caked platinum hair and rubbed it between his fingers.

The Barbarian King, Kaelen, was a mountain of a man. His skin was tanned leather by sun and wind, his hair a wild mane of black, and his eyes the color of a winter storm. He wore no armor, only furs and scarred leather, and he carried a greatsword that looked like it could split a horse in two. He stood over her now, not gloating, just… observing. A roar erupted from the horde

Seraphina woke to the screams. She grabbed her sword—still there, still sharp—and did not hesitate.

“They answer to the pack leader,” he said, dismounting. “Not to me. I only asked them to watch.” “There is a difference

That night, as the embers glowed and the clan gathered to mourn and rebuild, Kaelen took her hand. Not as a captor. Not as a barbarian king. But as a man.