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Beauty is hard, sharp, vicious. It carves away anything and everything that it believes threatens to make it grotesque. It does not care if what it eradicates is in fact helping it thrive or grow or remain nourished or protected. All beauty cares about is being beautiful, even as its innards grow rotten.
“You are my devastation, Tanwen,”
The gods are fickle with how they move us around their celestial board, Ms. Coster.
That was spoken like a well-studied future king. Tanwen’s words arose like a warm, supportive press to his shoulder. To become eternally loved. To inspire others. Are those not traits to admire in a great ruler?
She didn’t know which was worse: knowing such intense love only to have it ripped away or never allowing oneself to experience it at all. Both seemed ripe in tragedy.
“I thirst for the taste of you on my tongue, for the feel of you beneath my palms. In all my years, I have never been so bewitched. You are the brightest constellation in my sky, and I forever find myself searching for a way home, to you.”
An opportunity for change had been handed to him. He needed to decide if he would reach out and grasp it. When wearing the crown of our kingdom, his father had once said, you must always see the ripple of an action, not merely where the stone falls.
