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“You're all I think about. You're all I see. I'm so tied to you, I barely know who I am anymore.”
“I’ve waited my entire lifetime for Morgan,” I said simply. “I’ll go after her even if she doesn’t want me. Even if she runs in the opposite direction. I’ll follow her to the ends of Aercanum, and I’ll never stop.”
“Shattered or whole. Kneeling or standing. I’ll get to her, and I won’t ever leave. This time, I’ll make her understand what we are, together. And if anyone dares to hurt her, I’ll burn them to the ground without a second thought.”
“As a child, one believes monsters live only in the pages of books. Then one grows up.”
“There are no limits to my love for you, Morgan. When Myntra and Eskira and every place in Aercanum have crumbled into oblivion and the universe itself dissolves into nothing, my heart will still beat for you.”
Did you really think in a million years and a million lifetimes that I’d ever be able to stay away?”
“But what I do know,” he whispered, his breath hot against my skin, “is that you deserve to be worshiped as a fucking goddess, as the warrior princess that you are. You deserve to have every inch of your body adored all night long. You deserve to be fucked until you scream.”
“Let me dominate you here, let me command you. Let me tell you to sit on my cock, let me tell you to take me in your mouth, but always know that outside of here, you're not just my equal, you're my fucking superior, and I'd follow you to the ends of the world if you told me to.”
“I know. But I was never your prison. Never your captor. All I've ever wanted was to be your protector. Your sanctuary.”
“Yours is the only kingdom I'll pay fealty to. Yours are the only feet at which I'll willingly kneel.” He leaned back and touched my chin, lifting it. “I'd rather be a villain by your side than play the hero for anyone else. The world is dark and vile, but I'd willingly follow you into the depths of hell itself. All I want to do is shield you. Do you understand, Morgan? You're my redemption, good or bad, right or wrong.”
In the heart of spring, a child shall rise, From royal blood, a king's demise. Born of sister, born that day, Kings shall fall in disarray. When springtime blooms, the babe is blessed, Born of kin from the king's own nest, A sister's child, the kingdom shakes, The death of kings, the birth awaits. Born of power in endless night, To cast down realms, a dark birthright. Both fae and mortals, their thrones shall swirl, In the child's hands, lies the end of the world.
