Nicholas Shadowfell survived a portal built with a one-in-four explosion rate and followed a princess through a keep that smelled like bath salts, all to reach the woman whose heartbeat had been pulling at his chest for weeks.
He was ready for the Dragon King to be standing over her with gold eyes and a territorial growl and the posture of a man defending the last thing on earth he'd ever surrender.
He was not ready for what he actually walked into.
A full brown room where everything matched perfectly. Blair was wrong on that one. The room looked good.
But the brown bed had a line down the center. White chalk. On the foot of one side, the letter M. On the other, the letter L. Nicholas did not understand the lettering. He would understand it in approximately thirty seconds and wish he didn't.
