"I give myself willingly to you, Heir to the Throne of Indrana. You are the shining stars in the blackness of space. The hope of the lost and forsaken. The spark that must not be extinguished. So I pledge myself to you -- loyal subject, protector, and BodyGuard."
"Gods help you." The comment slipped out and I bit my tongue with a mental swear.
Emmory was unfazed by my rudeness. He smiled, releasing my hands. "Yes, gods help me, Highness."