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“The mountains told me your name. The forest sang your song. My heart has been searching for you since the first dawn.”
“My heart searches for you, too, Ez,” she whispers. “Let me find you.”
Though the Fates had shown her with pointed ears in their prophecy, so I can’t exactly take credit for that one.
“Your thorns,” she says softly. “They’re not sapping Castletree’s magic, are they? They’re keeping it standing.”
“Daytonales, you are my mate.” She snatches my jaw. “Let me fuck you in the blood of the enemies we slayed and prove it.”
“Because this cock is going to fucking claim you, going to make you scream my name, going to fill you with so much cum it’ll be leaking down your legs, and there won’t be a soul in the Enchanted Vale that won’t recognize my scent on you.”
Call me old-fashioned, but bringing a lady to a private arboretum and eating her out like your own personal buffet kind of feels like courting.
“What do you care?” Rosalina speaks in a low, venomous tone. “You’ve got your little acolyte to make you pretty necklaces and fawn over you.”
“There is nothing—nothing—that could keep me from you. No blood nor blade nor judgment cast upon me. I would tear my bones from the grips of death and offer a thousand more in my stead if it means you await me at the end of it all.”
will cover myself with blood so he cannot shed another drop.
I wish I knew what damned cosmic entity I pissed off, because we really can’t catch a break.
