Rhiannon wrapped her arms around him and nestled her head against his chest. "There is no sacrifice too great for my people. How many times have you said that, Father? How many times have you shown that?"

His arms fell about her. "A true leader. Just as your brothers were."

"We will be victorious, Father."

"Or die trying?" He gave a soft chuckle. "Yes, you are truly of the House of Ba-lark."

"I can't fight you both." Sadness weighed down her mother's voice. Rhiannon pulled from her father's embrace. "Thank you. I have one final request of you."

Her parents waited, eyes focused on her. The gods only knew what was going on in their minds. It was a daring request, but no more so than what she had previous told them.

"I need something to carry me through the years. A sweet memory if I am to lay nightly with Taroog. All I ask is one night of pleasure in the arm's of a man chosen by you."

The silence lasted a full minute. Finally, her father uttered a single word.

"Agreed."

Her mother flicked away a tear and turned.