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Bron D'Extrian propped himself up on his elbows. His face displayed a mixture of wonder and mystification. "You really do love me, don't you, Your Majesty?"
"Did you think I was lying earlier?"
"You never lie. That much I have learned about you in all these months. I admire you for that, and so much more." He shook his head in disbelief. "Still, your declaration of love, it--it shocked me."
"Why?" Vita asked. "Tell me."
"I--I hardly feel I'm worthy of your love."
"And what makes you unworthy?"
"It's not like I've accomplished anything noteworthy in my short existence. I've not scaled mountains, slain fire-breathing rumbledons, invented an air-sailing device--I've done nothing except live my life as modestly and as honestly as I can."
"And you think those traits are unimportant to someone like me?" She kissed her way down one of his hairy legs, enjoying the firmness of his muscles and the warmth of his skin beneath her lips.
"Not at all. But you deserve--you deserve so much more. You are a Royal Witch, breathtaking to behold, and me--well--I'm just a humble Vessel."
"Oh, Bron, you are so much more in my eyes."
"Yes, my love," she answered, bussing his ankle bone and teasing the sole of his foot with her fingernails. "You are an honorable, gentle, caring man. Intelligent and thoughtful. Humorous and sensitive. I've watched the way you respectfully treat others, how you counsel your fellow Vessels when personal troubles plague their souls, the way you play in the courtyard with the children of the Royal Coven every Worship Day, and the adoration your mere presence generates in their eyes. I could go on and on?" She kissed, then sucked each of his toes. "Andyou're as sexy as sin."
His resultant smile went straight to her heart.
"You will one day make a good husband, a good father--a good Witch Father."
His eyebrows drew together in puzzlement. "What are you saying, Your Highness?"
"First, that you cease calling me 'Your Highness' or anything formal." She started nibbling on his other leg, working toward his crotch. "I am Vita, and that is what you shall call me from this moment forward."
"But that freedom is reserved for only--" Bron gasped. "You mean you want me--I am to be--"
"That's right, my handsome love. I have selected you for my Sovereign Vessel. Do you accept?"
She kissed her way to his mouth. "Then who needs words?" She pressed her lips against his. Their tongues explored and jounced in passionate harmony...