“If love has found you, My’leen, however it has found you, don’t ever turn your back on it.”
My’leen squeezed my hand then looked away.
“There is one more thing, isn’t there,” I said.
“You and Y’glana,” she asked. “Only a few seasons separated you?”
“Bonda’ar...well, he is nearly old enough to be my father. Isn’t he?”
“Do you love him?”
My’leen paused. Her eyes softened dreamily. She nodded.
“Then be his queen. When all this is over, be his queen. He could be old enough to be your grandfather, or you could be old enough to be his grandmother. It does not matter. It cannot matter. Years don’t matter. Love matters. Only love.”
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