Last of all, I confront my feelings for him. Enemy. Captor. Caster of my curse. Truth-teller. King. Companion. He is all those things, and he is the man who let me use him as a pleasure toy. He’s the faerie who fucked me on the goddess’s altar. He’s the soul so wracked with insecurity about his own worth, so burdened with heavy responsibility, that he would consider ending his own life.
