“Caspian?” I look back. “Hmm?” Birdy doesn’t meet my gaze. Instead, she wrings her hands in her skirt. “Are you still in love with the Winter Prince?” “Unfortunately.” She looks down. “What does it feel like?” A breeze rustles through my hair. I cast a gaze to the side of Castletree that houses the Winter Wing, the wood blue with frost. “It’s like being stuck in the eye of a storm you can’t escape. It’s suffocating, consuming. It’s waking up every day with a weight on your chest, wondering if today will be the day it crushes you entirely. Love is continuing to drink poison because it’s also
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