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September 19 - September 20, 2024
Ever since I escaped Imirath, I’ve never gone a single day without a knife—even
When I first came to Aestilian, before it was even Aestilian, I lived here with Ailliard and the four guards who helped me escape Imirath—Nessa, Esmeralla, Lycus, and Zander. They’ve all taken up quarters in the guardhouse, but Finnian and I chose to stay here.
uncle, Ailliard, who got me out of Imirath, that I’m going back for my dragons considering they burned his sister—Queen Isira.
There were many casualties that day, my mother being one of them,
“Elowen Atarah, queen of Aestilian and princess of Imirath. I, Cayden Veles, Commander of Vareveth, vow to protect you from harm from this day until my last.” He briefly glances down at my parted lips. “Your enemies are my enemies. My sword is yours.”
“A vow forged from convenience is the first kind to be broken when it becomes inconvenient.”
“If any of you touch her, you die,” Cayden declares while stretching his broadsword before me, “and I promise to make it painful.”
“Thank you for the death jewelry, but we really must be on our way,”
“I was just coming to inform the both of you that we need to leave soon. Didn’t realize you’d wake up ready to murder.” “That’s our morning routine,” Finnian says, his voice still thick with sleep. “Wake up, coffee, stab someone, brush teeth,” I add.
Aestilian is located on godly land, but I’m not above killing a god should they ever rejoin humanity and I do not fear their curses.
“My blade is my god, and you can tell them I said that.”
“Yes, I’m quite relieved your lover is healed,” Cayden dryly states. The idea of Finnian and I together in that way is both laughable and disgusting. “I’d be lost without our passionate lovemaking.”
“You never apologized for punching me,” Cayden remarks with a smirk. “In multiple places, on multiple occasions.” “That’s because you deserved them.” I smile sweetly.
“My sweet affliction, I regret to inform you I don’t beg.”
“It’s what she signed up for,” Ailliard hisses. “Elowen, be stronger. You can do this.” “She is strong,” Finnian growls. “She can be strong and have anxiety. She’s not made of stone.”
“You’re going to protect me from my nightmares?” I pout. “Not my original plan, but if you feel the need to scream my name during the night, you may do so.”
“I hardly recognize you when you look civilized.” “I can take my clothes off if it’s too confusing for you.”
“So, am I not allowed to speak to any men while I’m here?” Taunting him is far too inviting. “I’m a man. Talk to me.”
“Don’t belittle all you’ve endured for a perception of yourself that someone made you believe you need to be.”
“I think I missed you.” I feel the bed shift, and something soft presses into my forehead. “I missed you more than I should have, love.”
“I don’t want to leave her.” I tighten my hold. I don’t want my darkness to leave me, either. A chuckle vibrates my cheek.
“Don’t look at me like you wish you could regret me.”
“Tell me if my hands on you are too much. I’m happy to just sit beside you,” he’d said.
“I’m still breathing and getting bossed around by someone half my size; life has never been better.”
“Lipstick always ends up on my neck after an argument, too.”
“He couldn’t leave the room.” He licks his lips. “They’re holding Finnian at knifepoint.” Glass shatters, and Venatrix’s roar rumbles the hall.