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I see a friendship, not love. No, love is what I see when I look at his brother.
“There. Now it’s just a ring. No vows attached.” She pulls away with a smile that has my breath catching. “Oh, it’s that simple?”
“Don’t. Not yet.” She blows out a breath, her fingers brushing down the length of my cheek. “Every person who has ever said that to me is gone. And I… I need you more than I need those words.”
“If the crown is presented to the court before midnight, Paedyn Gray will pass this first
The air is thick and damp in my lungs as I force myself deeper into the cave. Reaching to my right, I find the wall now far closer than it had been when I entered. Panic swells in my chest as I turn to my left, nearly cracking my skull against the rock.
Bro this is like those cave crawling people who die in those cave holes named like "satan's tiny asscrack" i could never lmao. Claustrophobia and bugs that i cant see? I’ll actually choose another death
This was a human. This was a woman who lived and loved and was left to rot. The dead deserve more than respect from the living. They deserve peace. And I’ve disturbed her rest to steal what rightfully belongs to her.
“I thought I was broken after losing Ava,” she continues softly. “But it seems that the loss of your father will be the death of me.” My teeth grind together at her words and every one I wish to say in return. I could never imagine Father deserving more of my grief than Ava.
“In that case…” Her voice is a lazy drawl as she presses her fingers to the bottom of my glass, lifting it to my mouth. Even as she tips the glass against my lips, our gazes never roam from each other. “Let’s test that self-control of yours, Enforcer,” she croons, handing her own champagne to me.
“You found my shoes!” He whispers the three-worded secret. “You found my shoes for me.” Another murmured declaration of devotion. Tears prick my eyes. “… you found my shoes for me.” He says he loves me. Again and again.
THIS is good writing, so you ARE capable of it, why can’t she write like this the whole time? This made me feel something. (Though she didn’t need to spell it out for us and tell us that he said he loves her at the end. We understood that so It kinda ruined it, but I’ll let it slide.)
“Hi,” I say, if only to fill the silence. His response is equally awkward. “Hi.” “Sorry, did I wake you?” “Oh, no.” Kitt rubs the back of his neck, an action he frequents. He looks over his shoulder, seeming slightly surprised to find the air unoccupied. “No, I don’t sleep much anymore.”
My gaze wanders over the face she tilts toward me, over every strand of silver hair falling around it. I reach up slowly, running my fingers through the shining, sun-drenched pieces.
Its too much genuinely, not a single man or woman EVER thinks this way, ESPECIALLY not a man, if they do then they need to be confined, it’s not poetry it’s cringey when it’s done constantly
This ability allowed her to sense and manipulate another’s emotions. More than once, Iris had used it on the king to turn the pressures of ruling into a spark of happiness that he only ever felt when she was around.

