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Roarke’s comments and turned toward the great hall, intent on breakfasting with his warriors. Roarke followed silently.

    Feeling the need to explain what Roarke might have felt, Garick said, “I think you are confused. My emotions are mixed because I worry about our people, about what would happen if the wizards invade during the ceremony. If I feel anything for Noele it is irritation that this event even has to take place right now. It is such foolishness.”
    “I think you are trying to deny to yourself that your intended bride sparked something within you. It is no shame to feel emotion, Garick.”
    “Very little point in it, in my opinion. You have known for years that what I will do as far as marriage has nothing to do with emotions and feelings for a woman, and everything to do with what has been destined since my birth.”
    He had no choice. Marrying Noele was his destiny, his duty. And he always did his duty.
    They sat at the head table and ate with the other warriors. Garick glanced around, filled with pride at the sight of his men. So well trained, so devoted to their people. They would lay down their lives to protect Winterland. These men, along with the rest of his people, had to be his focus, not the wee faerie with eyes like a blue snowflake and skin like the winter snow. He couldn’t afford to be distracted.
    Noele was a distraction. No doubt he would claim his right and turn her over to Roarke after their consummation night. What use did he have for a wife, for children? Any children born of Noele and Roarke would be his heirs to claim, would continue his lineage. Noele would still be Queen of Winterland and her people would be protected. She simply would not reign at his side.
    Yet the thought of Roarke lying with Noele every night, the thought of her sweet mouth taking in Roarke’s swollen cock and pleasuring him the way she had pleasured him last night, filled him with a red haze that nearly blinded him.
    “You see? You do feel for this faerie. Your emotions are transparent to me, my friend.”
    “Get out of my head, Roarke.”
    “I assure you, I hold no claim on her. She does not have a magical effect on me as she does on you.”
    “She has no magic.”
    “For you, she does.”
    Garick went silent, refusing to lend credence to Roarke’s comments.
    “I will do my duty to both you and her on consummation eve, Garick. And that is all.”
    “What will happen will happen. We will see on consummation eve. But my mind is made up. I have no use for a wife.”
    Roarke sighed and left the table, claiming he had much work to do.
    Garick had much to do today, also. But not what he should be doing. Today, he would have to put aside thoughts of battle and preparations, and spend the day with his bride-to-be.
    What ridiculous customs. He had no time for lolling around a meadow with Noele and touring her through Winterland. What would they talk of? They had nothing in common. She was faerie and he was an elvin warrior. She would not understand his drives, his ambitions. She would not appreciate his duties, his desire to protect his people.
    Faerie only thought of pleasurable things. From what he understood of their lives, they spent days frolicking in the meadow and doing other useless tasks.
    So why did the thought of being alone with Noele cause his cock to stir? Why did his mind torment him with visions of silver-tipped nipples and long legs?
    Garick clenched his hands into fists, frustrated by the feelings coursing through him.
    He stood, drained the last of the mead and slammed his empty goblet onto the table. He stormed from the room, intent on taking out his frustrations by beating Roarke soundly in a game of swordplay.
    Feelings! He did not have feelings!

Chapter Four
    Noele dressed, her stomach tied in knots at the thought of seeing Garick again.
    Today he was required to show her Winterland. They would spend the day together, alone. By custom, he was to present a marriage gift to her. Then, they