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“Ladies are allowed pleasure. I was raised that all women are ladies, and not in the way that puts societal restrictions on the term. Rather, one where men show women respect—you are the backbone of society and that position demands everyone’s highest regard.”
“That's a dangerous habit,” he rumbles. “What is?” “Apologizing for others. You don't control another adult's actions, and you clearly have disassociated yourself with them—so why should you be taking the responsibility of what they say or do?”
“Well, I definitely think you should make the most of this situation and milk it for all it’s worth—and I mean that in the filthiest way possible.”
“You deserve happiness. You deserve to feel good about yourself and to be treated with dignity and respect. More actually—you deserve to be treated like a queen.
The woman is a stunning vision—like a sacrificial offering to the ancient gods. If only I were the one she was being offered to. Maat’s feather, I would gladly give myself as an offering to her just to worship at her temple like the goddess she is, and I can’t decide which I prefer more.
You’re the person my soul cries out for, the other half that completes me,
You are my air, and I love you so much it hurts.”
Before this moment, I didn’t believe in Fate, but I'm thinking maybe she had a hand in everything.
They say nothing is certain but death and taxes, and I’ll be damned if the two didn’t bring me my happily ever after.
Huh, skirts with pockets.
