The Sunspire sister datura

Frankly, he was a bit stunned. He hadn't expected his gambit to work. He'd gone down the mountain to scenes of her refusing outright, or, once his father had arrived, the two coming to blows over the woman. To have her here. . .

But the sense of pleasure at his success was much tempered by Akavir's news of sickness. The fear he'd lived with for so many moons, now, had been tucked tightly away in the back of his mind. Now, it rested at the forefront.

He walked with the woman through the gentler parts of the ridge, the tree-lined glades that cut verdant paths through stone.

I am Hex, he told her, gold eyes glinting in the leaf-dappled sunlight as he glanced her way. He wondered what she'd called him, just now—a query, perhaps, for later. And we're almost there. I don't know what to call you, though.