Daughters of Lyra: Heart of an Assassin (12 page)

Natalia’s heart sunk. The
thought of having such a grand wedding and sharing it with her
sister had been like a dream, but it wasn’t everything. She would
be happy to marry Ixion here in this room in front of the few
gathered. She was about to say so when her father spoke.

“
I have a
solution. Come here.”

Ixion released her hands
and did as her father had ordered, walking around the large desk to
stand before him. Her father took down one of the swords that hung
above the grand marble fireplace behind him and turned to
Ixion.

“
Kneel.”

Natalia raced forwards,
afraid that her father was going to hurt Ixion. She stopped in her
tracks when he said a few words in Lyran and placed the tip of the
sword on one of Ixion’s shoulders and then the other.

“
Rise, Lord
Ixion. Knight of Lyra Five. Commander of the royal
assassins.”

Ixion stood, looking
confused.

“
What does it
mean?” Ixion said.

“
It is
something from my mother’s species’ past.” Natalia went to Ixion
and smiled up at him when he looked at her. “A lord was a noble
title of the Terran species. A knight is a protector of the
realm.”

“
A noble?” he
said and a smile slowly curved his lips.

“
Will you
consent to the wedding my daughter deserves now?” her father
said.

Ixion nodded. “If she will
have me, I will marry her in front of the whole galaxy.”

Natalia grinned, threw her
arms around Ixion’s neck, and kissed him breathless.

If she would have
him?

She would be a fool not to
accept his offer and have him.

“
Yes,” she
whispered against his lips, giddy with excitement and love. Ixion
held her close, his lips barely grazing hers.

He was everything that she
wanted.

Her Lover.

Her Lord.

Her Knight.

But above all
else…

Her Assassin.

The
End

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About the
author

Felicity Heaton
is a great believer in love at first sight and the romantic ideal.
Having grown up reading extensively, she developed a deep love of
classical literature, ranking Jane Eyre, North & South, and
Persuasion amongst her all time favourite reads. The most romantic
moment of her life was when her husband got down on bended knee on
the steps of Sacré Coeur, Paris, at night in front of several
hundred spectators and proposed. She was too drunk on love, and
subsequently champagne, to care about the audience. All she could
see was the man that she loved. A writer of emotion and life, she
always strives to touch a chord of familiarity in her readers and
give them characters they can love and a read to
remember.

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