Chained (A Choice of Light and Dark, #1)

by Lacey Lehotzky

The choice was easy; I would always fight for myself. It would take time, but I would see it done. What happened to me did not define me, but was simply an explanation for who I was and how I reacted. My trauma would help the world in some way, and it would not remain meaningless. One day, I would bathe in the blood of my enemies as I cut them down and sought my vengeance. No one would hurt me ever again.

Would I ever experience the freedom of good things happening to me? Because the more I thought and learned about the life of a princess, the more it seemed like a different set of chains.

I like this part, I like that it gets revisited by the author how she feels. izadora is having a lot of breakthrough moments and I like being told about them as she's going through them in this way. it helps connect me to the story ad this is a plot point.

“You were a natural,” he replied, his voice rumbling like distant thunder beside me. He flicked a lock of

“I want to ruin you as thoroughly as you ruined me,” he uttered, and then drove a finger into my soaking

“You are going to ruin me with that mouth.” The feral moan was enough to get me to relax my throat further, enjoying wielding this power over him. Using my hair as a guide, he directed my head up and down his shaft, flattening my tongue and sucking him into my throat as his groans grew erratic and primal.

There was only one problem – no Night Fae could call flames to their swords like she did.

But I was no longer a victim chained in a cave; I was an insidious bloom, and I was a survivor. He would not hurt me, for survivors were the most dangerous ones of them all, with an undying will to live that surpassed the strength of those who had not suffered.

His indifference served my agenda; putting a knife in his heart would be much easier when I felt nothing but hatred toward him.

what? I didn't know this was the agenda hahaha wow vicious indeed.

The energy of thousands of lives lived in these books, the authors’ souls whispering to mine.

🥹

Every angle of my body was visible in the mirror arrangement;

was hoping to disappear in the fabrics,” he laughed. “You need better

was relevant. “Anyway, they both realized what they had been denying and accepted the bond. Once it snapped into place, they both felt great relief. The people accepted Queen Immonen immediately after they announced they had been mated. Not long after that, they married and she was crowned queen. Everyone in the Crystal Realm was happy their love succeeded.” “What does the Crystal Realm have to do with Izidora?” I asked flatly. My father opened his mouth to respond, but Viktor and Endre burst into the room, the door nearly banging against the wall before Endre caught it.

Kazimir whistled when I emerged from behind the curtain. “Thanks again, Jonaz. We will definitely be back,” I grinned at the blushing male. “It was my honor to clothe the lost princess,” he stammered, and we exited the shop into the waiting crowd. “What does everyone think?” I asked lightheartedly, turning in a circle. “A true warrior!” someone called. “I wouldn’t cross you!” another joked. “Beauty and brawn!” another laughed. But from the back of the crowd, someone shouted, “My queen!” A hush fell faster than an executioner's blade. Two treasonous words, uttered with sincerity. Two words I wanted and was terrified to hear. My heart pounded in my veins as I tried to come up with a way to dispel the tension. But Viktor arrived at his words before me and asked the crowd, “Does anyone know a good sweet shop nearby? Princess Izidora has not eaten today and would love some cinnamon rolls.” A female shouted, “My shop is just around the corner, and I baked some about half an hour ago.” “Lead the way!” I rejoiced. We led a crowd behind us to the woman’s sweet shop, where Viktor and Endre bought every cinnamon roll she’d baked and passed them out among the onlookers. We made a show of eating with the people on the sidewalk, laughing as icing transferred from the roll to my mouth and cheek. Kazimir wiped it with his finger, then bopped me on the nose, and I scrunched my face as the icing migrated across it. My people loved every minute of it, lapping up our playful interaction. Lili...