Marilyn Limon

“swept her up in his arms again, spinning her. “I’ll use it with pride every damned day for the rest of my life,” he said into her hair, and when he set her down, his smile had vanished. Replaced by an infinite tenderness as he brushed back her hair, hooking it over an ear. “I will marry you, Elide Lochan. And proudly call myself Lord Lorcan Lochan, even when the whole kingdom laughs to hear it.” He kissed her, gently and lovingly. “And when we are wed,” he whispered, “I will bind my life to yours. So we will never know a day apart. Never be alone, ever again.” Elide covered her face with her hands and sobbed, at the heart he offered, at the immortality he was willing to part with for her. For them. But Lorcan clasped her wrists, gently prying her hands from her face. His smile was tentative. “If you would like that,” he said. Elide slid her arms around his neck, feeling his thundering heartbeat raging against hers, letting his warmth sink into her bones. “I would like that more than anything,” she whispered back.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Kingdom of Ash