Wheeling Gull Isle And basically I've gotta know

His gaze remained fixed on her as she moved to recline on the ground next to him. He relaxed some when she stated that she was 'perfect,' and he couldn't help the grin the spread across his face. Good. She deserved to feel that way always. I am.. he paused, searching for just the right words to encompass just how happy he was. She kissed his cheek in the meantime, making him grin again before he continued. That was more perfect than I ever could have imagined. He stole her word, finding that it covered pretty well how he felt, as well.

The grin fell from his face at the indirect mention of him. He hated that his brother had touched her; not only did he not deserve such a privilege, but it had been a constant inner fight for Daegon anytime he thought about it. Even before he found out what had happened, he didn't think Lucavon deserved her. Perhaps it was their long lived sibling rivalry or the evil he always sensed in him.

His expression softened after a few moments as he regained his composure. But just as quickly, guilt filled his eyes. I should have taken you from there. True, she hadn't disclosed quite how bad things were, but he had been able to plainly see how miserable she was. Maybe he just hadn't wanted to look too closely. Regardless, he would never forgive himself. You wouldn't have been forced to kill him and then banished from your kingdom.