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And Henri. Oh gods, Henri.
Why do we still care for this man???
And when we’d said our final goodbyes, the way he’d looked at me, the way he’d kissed me...
And you ran to Henri........
Strangely, hurt tugged at my chest. Despite our wildly different worlds and my suspicions about his role in my mother’s disappearance, some naive part of me had felt a bond forming between us I couldn’t explain. Not a friendship, exactly. Something... else.
Its the mate bond
Instead, his intoxicating musk hinted at cedar, leather, and moss. He smelled like the forest—my favorite place in the world, the only place I felt truly alive. He smelled like home.
This time I could not blame the cold for the shiver that rolled down my spine.
Luther—it was Luther Henri had seen, Luther who slaughtered that boy without feeling.
I refuse to believe this monstrocity.
“I should put all four of your heads on a pike for treason. I just assaulted the Queen, and you cowards stood there and watched me do it. The next time someone lays a hand on her and you don’t kill them where they stand, I’ll carve out your eyeballs and feed them to the fucking hounds. It doesn’t matter if it’s me or the Regent or Blessed Mother Lumnos herself. Do your damn jobs and protect our Queen.”
“Am I understood?”
Yes daddy
“So many lies,” Luther tutted. “Next, you’ll try to claim you didn’t kiss me.”
Yes thank you for the reminder.
“Sit.”
Yes sir.
“But rest assured, my Queen, when I do kiss you, there will be no confusion. You will know that I have claimed you—and I won’t have any desire to deny it.”
Yes Father Luther - bye Henri!
When I kiss you.
We love a confident man.
“I’ve accepted Henri’s marriage proposal. He’ll be escorting me as my betrothed.”
Ugh Henri?????!???!!!! I would delete him, if I had the pleasure to be in the presence of Luther.
“There’s much you don’t yet know about me, Your Majesty.”
"yet"
Luther was supposed to be the target of my plans. He, more than anyone, was supposed to fear my reign—and yet he had inexplicably, inconceivably, become my confidant.
Like a moth to a flame, I was drawn to his glow, even as my wings burned and curled in the intensity of his fire.
I liked that he was a riddle I couldn’t quite solve.
“Only when it’s mine.”
Yesssssssssss
“That if a man made you doubt whether his love for you would survive anything, he does not deserve you.”
“With all due respect to my lovely cousin, the only person I’m getting down on my knees for is you, my Queen.”
Im sweating.
“If a kiss is the reward, my Queen, I’ll get on my knees for you whenever you want.”
I'm immediately with child.
“Good girl,”
Hell yeah
Diem one, Luther ten.
Now she's awake
He looked at me like a flower raising its head to the life-giving sun.
“You are my Queen, and I am your sword. Point me at your enemies, and watch them fall. Lead this world, Diem, and I will follow you—into war, into death, into the tundra of hell itself.” He took my palm and set it against his chest, just above the patch of unscarred skin that lay beneath his jacket. “You are the fate my heart was spared for. As long as it beats, you will never fight alone.”
want every breath, every laugh, every tear. Every taste of your mouth, every inch of your skin. I want to kneel at your feet, soaked in the blood of your enemies, then worship your body until you scream my name.” His hands slid to my hips and tugged me closer. “Yes, Diem, I want to serve you—in every way a man can.”
Im sat.
“I want to burn alive in that fire in your eyes. I want it to melt me down and forge me into the weapon you need me to be. I want to stand by your side for the rest of my life, and I don’t need you to marry me and make me a fucking king to do it.”
Yesssss
I’d risen before dawn overwhelmed with guilt over Henri and determined to put Luther out of his misery with a firm but polite rejection.
We still think of Henri?? After Luther's confession??? Girl please.
Henri—and
Bye
It’s a reminder that no challenge can destroy the parts of us that truly matter. We’re not reborn in the flames. We’re revealed.”
“Who hurt you?”
SAT.
“I would have walked into the flaming heart of the sun itself,” he shot back. “If you are suffering, nothing will keep me from coming to your aid. Least of all something as trivial as death.”
“Consider it an early coronation gift.”
Luther is everything.
