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And now? I was done with being meek. I still had no use for thrones.
I lifted one of the books. But then I thought of the damage it might do if I threw it. To the book, not to Draven. I had my respect for the written word to consider.
I knew I was being unreasonable. I didn’t care. There was nothing reasonable or rational about the loss I felt. It was a pain in my heart I didn’t think would ever go away.
No one ever wanted to cry. But sometimes you got to a point where the tears just couldn’t be held back.
“But you,” he continued, ignoring me. “I will never apologize for saving you. I will never fucking regret coming for you. And I would do it again in a heartbeat. So don’t ask me to say sorry. Don’t expect me to. And don’t you ever, ever fucking say you didn’t deserve to be saved again, do you hear me? Listen to me clearly, you are worthy. You deserved saving. You deserved much more.” A dark look came over his face. “So much more than I’ve given you.”
I could break it. Yank my hands away. Speak rough words that would drive him away–well, to his side of the bed at least. But something in me was stopping me. Something about his touch on my skin felt more right than anything I had ever felt before.
“If you have another nightmare, just remember... I’m right here. Nothing can happen to you. You’re safe.”
For many men, war is simply an excuse for unrestrained evil with few consequences.”
“You have the most beautiful laugh, you know. You rarely use it, but when you do...” He took a breath and to my shock I felt him tremble. “It shakes the world. My entire world.”
“This. The touch of your waist, your hips, your skin beneath my hands? It sets me on fire, Morgan. I'm in awe of you, every part of you. Can't you tell? I'm spellbound. You've awakened something in me I thought was long dead. Something I never thought I'd ever come close to feeling again. And now I live for your presence. For the hope of your laugh, your smile. All of this. The court. The throne. Bringing you here. I know I can never convince you, but it is all for you. What I do is for you, always.”
“Your brother and his court? They had no idea who you really were, what you were capable of. But I see you, Morgan Pendragon.
I see you truly for everything you are and everything you will be and I claim you as mine.”
A tale untold, in realms of old, Where legends dwell and love's farewell, With sorrow crowned, a grief profound. A king revered. A daughter's tears. A mother feared. Through veil of night, a stolen bond, A secret guise in shadows veiled,
As darkened queen took flight with dreams, And left behind a shattered scene.
“Now be a good girl,”
“Enough? It's never going to be fucking enough.” There was an edge to his voice that I had never heard before. Almost like desperation.
“Take your fucking pants off, Prince of Claws.
We would enter a place the plague could not touch us, hidden between worlds, concealed in the fabric of time itself. And we would not emerge until the world was safe for us once again.
He walked towards me and my body screamed out warnings. But looking at him was like returning home.
He was in my heart. In my very soul. Cracking me into pieces. Shattering the girl I once used to be. Creating me anew.
But while you're laughing all alone, I'll be here thanking the gods I have a woman beside me who leaves me with no doubt that she is my equal in every way. Morgan Pendragon is far from insignificant. She's a force of destiny and you would do well not to trifle with her or ever let her name cross your lips again.”
“Here's to the fae and mortals alike, united by starlit dreams that span the skies. Gazes ablaze with stardust, their dreams become tapestries of hope as they envision guardians of realms and leaders of empires who are truly worthy. May their dreams find refuge.”
“May we all dream of a future sovereign whose noble heart heeds the aspirations of the oppressed and who safeguards the dreams of the vulnerable, igniting Aercanum in infinite possibilities.”
“To those who possess the heart of a dreamer,”
“So we’re going to start practicing? Together? You and I? You aren’t afraid of being scorched?” I asked dubiously. He tilted his head. “I think I already am.” My heart skipped a beat.
“You're mine,” he growled, as he set his mouth to my neck. “You're mine, Morgan. Here, now, always.” He bit down. “You were fucking made for me. Do you understand?”
The most terrifying thing in the world isn’t monsters, Morgan. It’s other people.”
“Because cowards are more dangerous than honorable men,”
Ironic that he had chosen gauntlets when my heart was in his hands.
“You’d be surprised at how much you can bear, Lancelet,” Merlin reminded me. “A person can live with just about anything if the desire to go on is strong enough.”
