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“I saw you fall during your escape attempt, and you’ve been walking stiffly. I’d be surprised if there was no damage to your back. You’ll need to ride with me, and I’d rather not injure you further by forcing you to lean against my armor.”
Dude is already such a softy for Sophia lol
A beam of silver moonlight had lit her curves, particles of glittering dust dancing around her, and the world had slowed. Sikthand hadn’t watched her. Suspended in time, he’d beheld her. A goddess carved from the moon itself. Even if she left tomorrow and he never saw her face again, that vision of her would live with him until the day he joined the sky.
He kept his ears pricked as he approached the drawing, but she didn’t stir. His steps faltered as he caught sight of the piece, and his gaze flew to her sleeping form, then back. There, sketched in three different poses, was…him.
He didn’t want her to come speak to him because he so desperately wanted her to come speak to him.
LOL dude is SO down bad
Sikthand’s mind raced back to Sophia in the Guild chamber. So confident, and brave, and beautiful, staring him down with fire in her eyes just like every queen he’d ever met. “Yes.”
“No. I don’t bend.” Sikthand’s eyes drifted to the mirror. Truth rose like acid in his throat. “But I could break for her.”
“The human”—his venomous glare landed on Drabik—“is mine.”
YES! We love a violent, possessive male
“Don’t ignore me, you fucking tin man!”
It’s official, Sophia is my favorite lol
“Kinda hard when he won’t talk to me.” She sighed, resting her chin on the back of her chair. “You’re his queen. Make him talk.”
He’d even begun playing a sick game with himself. He’d altered the tattoos on his forearms every couple of days. Then, when he knew she was gone, he’d sneak into her room and flip through her drawing book. The pleasure he got every time a new sketch appeared with his updated tattoos was indescribable, and well worth the pain of getting them altered.
This man is so crazy, I love it
Sikthand would not allow his queen to be hurt.
Went from “not my queen,” to “his queen” real quick lol
“As you wish, my queen.”
There it is
In truth, Sophia could employ whoever she wanted, but it was also true that Sikthand would ensure royal masseuses went missing often if they looked at her even half as enthusiastically as Sesnot.
“If you ever expose yourself to my wife again, I’ll slice your tendons and leave your tail limp.”
Ugh love possessive Sikthand
He wanted to burst out laughing. He’d fallen in love with his future wife. He was the biggest fool of them all.
What are you doing to me, my love?
“I love you, Sophia.” Though he didn’t know why, the words came out like a plea.
AWW
“My life has been…wrought. Each day is filled with dread and suspicion and fixation.” He glanced at the floor, his brows knitting. “She brings me silence.” Sikthand swallowed down the tightness in his throat. “The clouds are not so heavy when she’s near.”
He’s so poetic 😭
Sophia clutched at her throat, tears streaming down her cheeks as she studied the tattoos traveling from his chin all the way down to the tip of his tail. They were hers. She had no idea how he’d withstood it, but he’d changed every one of his tattoos and added tons more, and they were all things she’d drawn. Every tattoo she’d ever designed—along with sketches, notes, abstract scribbles. They covered every inch of his skin. The only piece that had remained unchanged since the last time she’d seen him, was the wobbly line she’d drawn on his back.
Oh my god 😭😭
