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April 17 - April 21, 2025
“Sometimes we must look into the darkest of nights to discover the greatest of treasures.
It had all sounded somewhat romantic when my father and the Fae of his court described the Marriage Trials. A way to weed out the weakest of our generation and ensure that only the strongest were allowed to continue into magical education, politically arranged marriage, and eventually claim rule over this land.
things like these always sound cool, romantic or even just worthwhile to young people because we are born with the arrogance of ignorance. when you are young and bold, you see these are a way to weed out those weaker than you in the arrogant belief that you would never be the weak. As an adult some still have the arrogance of a belief in superiority but the number lowers because more adults are aware enough to understand that they are not, in fact, so superior as to survive.
I for one, would perish in minutes and I accept this. I also am way too aware of the cost if I were to survive something like this.
“Our son will change the world, he’ll be the greatest Seer of his generation,” Marcel breathed,
“For a time,” he agreed. “But he will know all the best kinds of love in the end. Even if he never knows ours.”
"even if he never knows ours"
imagine seeing you child's life before his birth and knowing you won't be there to experience anything with him, to be the shoulder he cries on, to be the ear to hears of his woes. how horrible, can't say i wouldn't make the same choice they are making, but the sorrow.
“On the darkest day and longest night, I’ll guide you home with love so bright,” I whispered.
“I’m always good when you’re close, Cal,” I said,
Oh glorious queens who were lost for so long, Where have you been all this time you were gone? I wished on a star for a miracle to come, And now you've returned, I know I got one. I missed you more than words can say, And I pledge my devotion to you on this day.
ok 1. I would love to have someone as devoted to me as Geraldine.
2. that may also be terrifyingly creepy so I also wouldn't want someone as devoted to me as Geraldine
3. she may be totally nuts but she is LOYAL and that's just worth so much.
4. I just couldn't hurt her feelings. she's so wonderful.
I was doing this for her on some level. Being a better man, making the better choice. But why? Because of some inane delusion I had about claiming her? My mind was always ripe with thoughts about her, forbidden thoughts that I knew I could never act on. Not again, anyway. Not unless she wanted it too.
Francesca caressed my arm. “Blue,” she decided, which was just perfect. “My favourite colour.” I kissed the tip of her nose, knowing it was overkill and half expecting Francesca to knock me away for going all PDA on her, but for some reason, she didn’t.
“I can’t get her out of my head,” I muttered, my eyes on fat snowflakes as they tumbled from the sky. “Every cutting word, every taunting look, even all the shit she does which isn’t aimed my way. I’m always watching her, my eyes finding her in every room, and if I can’t look directly at her, I’m stalking social media for any and every glimpse I can get. Grus posts so much that I can pretty much track her entire day if I want to. I see what she has for breakfast, who she hangs out with, how often that fucking hat kid sidles in too close, who she faces off against, who she smiles for, where she
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“I don’t want you on your knees. I want you fighting me and hating me and fucking me like you mean it. You’re Roxanya Vega, and you weren’t built to bow to anyone,” I growled passionately. “You want me to hate you?” she asked in surprise, her gaze roaming over my features like she wanted to study me too. “I want you to feel for me. And I’ll take hate if that’s all you’re offering.”
“I love pain and dry oatmeal.” Ryder scoffed
The first bright dawn of a brand new age.