“Not really. I want to help our people however I can—and I’m finally comfortable with the Power—but I still don’t love the idea of being a ruler.” My brows knit together. “Are you suggesting that I bequeath it to someone who does?”
The corners of her mouth lift ever so slightly, but on Aine Emory it’s enough to change her entire expression. She’s like the Mona Lisa of faekind. “No, child. I am saying that there is nothing that proclaims the one who possesses the Power must also be the Ruler. It is only that those who covet power tend to do so in all manners. But you are different.
“Therefore, what I am suggesting is that we offer the position of One True Ruler to someone who is both qualified and willing to work with you as an equal partner for the people of Faerie. You will have the ability to help others with the Power, and the freedom to bow out of all the politics and grandstanding, if you so desire.”
Finn’s arm slips around my waist, drawing me into his side. “That’s the best of both worlds.”
“I think it’s a great idea,” I agree, a spark of hope burning in my chest. “But wait, why would we need to find someone else? You already know the job and have the title. Why wouldn’t you and I work together?”
“I still have much to teach you of the Power, and I intend to do that. However, I have been Ruler a long time and wish for a simpler role within our court.”
Finn gives my waist a gentle squeeze, detecting my tinge of disappointment. “Do you already have someone in mind, then?”
Aine turns her gaze on my fiancé. “You.”
The table erupts again, the girls congratulating him prematurely, the twins teasing Tiernan and Caiden about having to bow to their baby brother, and Dmitri laughing at gods-know-what.
Finn and I lock eyes, shock registering on both of our faces. But mine quickly turns into a huge smile because yes. I am 100% on board with this plan.
When the room calms down again, my mother elaborates, addressing my shell-shocked fiancé directly.
“Prince Finnian, from the day you arrived with my daughter, I have watched you work hard with your people and mine to prepare for a monumental battle within a short time. You are a natural leader, one who does so by example and easily earns the respect of others.
“Then, in the aftermath, I watched as you helped my people restore their homes and businesses. I watched you care for the wounded and play with orphan Firelings. All that is to say nothing for the obvious reverence and love you have for my daughter who possess the Power and will soon be at your side as your mate.
“You have a kind heart, a bright mind, a warrior’s spirit, and vicious determination to protect others—these are all traits of great rulers. And that is why, Prince Finnian, I believe you would make a great One True King.”
A ripple of agreement runs through the room, along with more jokes and teasing, but Finn and I are in our own little bubble, our heads close together. “This is crazy, right?” he asks me. “I’m not sure I’d make as great of a king as your mother seems to think I would. I haven’t had any sort of training or—”
“Hey.” I stop him by placing a hand on the side of his face, his short beard soft against my palm. “There’s a thing called on-the-job training and your instincts will guide you to do what’s right. Besides, the fact that you don’t think you’ll make a great king, is the very reason you will.”
Finn rests his forehead against mine and releases a heavy breath. “I love you, you know that?”
I smile. “I do, because you tell me a dozen times every day.”
He frowns. “Only a dozen? That’s just sad. I’ll get it up to two dozen, I promise.”
He’s uncomfortable, so he’s deflecting with jokes. I’ve learned that the only place Finn feels comfortable being praised for an achievement is in the octagon. Even then, he’s not a showboater who gets off on the attention. I think with a little time, though, he’ll gain the self-confidence he needs to be every bit as great as my mother predicts.
“Finnian,” I say, my tone serious. “You’ve always believed in me, even when I couldn’t believe in myself. Let me return the favor. You were meant for this. I know it the same way I know we were destined for each other.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
He frames my face and crushes his mouth to mine, pouring a myriad of emotions into this kiss, and I recognize every one of them. Finally, he pulls back and stands, a humble expression on his face. “Queen Aine, I will accept this honor on one condition.”
“Which is?”
“Being the Ruler over six courts is a big enough job without adding the additional role of ruling one of those courts individually. I’d like to ask that you remain Queen of the Summer Court and accept a seat on my board of advisors as well.”
My mother’s smile brightens more than I’ve ever seen it, which can only mean one thing: she’s pleased with herself that she was right about Finn. Raising her goblet, she says, “Happily.”
“I think this calls for a toast,” Caiden says, raising his glass high.
Everyone follows suit, the room filled with a sense of hope and unity.
“To Finn, our baby brother and future One True King, and to Taryn, his future queen, mate, and partner who has embraced the One True Power. They worked together and finally ended Edevane’s vengeful mission, saving us all. It’s true what our grandmother said—melding darkness with the brightest of flames really is a winning combination.”
Everyone laughs at that, but if I never have to decipher another cryptic message, it’ll be too soon. No offense, Grandma Moira.
“Finnian, Taryn,” Caiden continues, “may your reign be long and your love eternal. Congratulations to both of you, for everything. Cheers!”
“Cheers!”
As I clink my glass against Finn’s, I feel the weight of the past lift, replaced by the promise of the future we’ll build together.
“Cheers, solnyshko,” he says in my ear.
“Cheers, my kind, bright, warrior king.”
“You forgot the vicious part,” he teases.
“Sorry, I stand by my cinnamon roll assessment. Unless you want to show me how vicious you can be?”
His eyes flare wide before narrowing with clear intent. “Are you topping from the bottom, brat?”
Batting my eyelashes, I say, “Me? I wouldn’t dare, sire.”
