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Tell Lorreth to live his life. Tell him not to worry about me. I have endless patience and no interest in having martyrs for friends.
Tell Renfis that I’m sorry. That he was the standard that I always held myself to, and Yvelia would have been a better place if I was half as good as him.
I’ve never been one to trust in the gods, but I choose to believe that all things come from the same place when life begins. I have hope that they return to the same place when it ends. I’ll be waiting for you there, Saeris Fane. F
YOU'RE JOKINGGGGG
Ren got to his feet, letting out a long exhale. “I could kiss you, Carrion Swift.” Carrion seemed taken aback by this. And then somewhat interested. After thinking for a second, he said, “I wouldn’t be opposed. But maybe later.
He gritted his teeth as he leaned his weight on the weapon, and the gleaming blade pushed all the way out the back of Belikon’s neck. “I don’t need magic to mess you up, you fuck,” he growled. “This is for me. But mostly, it’s for my parents.”
Feigning shock, I said, “Wait a minute. I think Death just remembered your name, Harron.” And then I snapped his neck.
“My name is Carrion Swift. But there was a time when I was known as Carrion Daianthus. Firstborn son to Rurik and Amelia Daianthus.”
“Earth. Air. Fire. Water. Salt. Brimstone. Quicksilver. The full gamut. More power than any Alchemist I’ve ever encountered. You are capable of restoring me to my power and a lot more besides.”
Brimstone 👀
“Only the gods are eternal,” I told him. And I cut off Malcolm’s head.
“You were supposed to have been born Fae, in the same realm as your Kingfisher. So I separated you. Hundreds of years before you were born, I shifted the events around your birth. Moved the pieces on the board and placed you far away, in a realm that should never have come into contact with his.
Not the fated mates my heart
I foresaw then that no matter how the boughs and branches of this tree were manipulated, you and he would always collide. There was nothing I could do to stop it.”
I hesitated. Turned my head. My ears. The tips of my ears were pointed.
“I’m… Fae?” I asked Taladaius’s reflection in the mirror. He smiled politely but shook his head. “As far as we can tell, you’re a half-vampire, half-Fae. Something none of us have ever seen before.
punched him in the chest. “Ow! What was that for?” I shoved a finger in his face. “Because you’re an asshole. I’ve known you since I was fifteen!” He shook his head, hands palm up in the air. “And? I’ve known you since I was a thousand and eighty-six. Do I win a prize?” “You didn’t tell me that you were heir to a fucking Fae throne!”
“In the Fae courts, the crown is passed down to a regent’s heir. But if the regent is murdered, the crown is claimed by the one who slew them. The vampire court has only ever had one king. Malcolm never named an heir. He planned on living forever. He never conceived of the possibility that someone might kill him…”
As far as the vampire court is concerned, you’re to be coronated. In two days’ time, you officially become the new queen of Sanasroth.”
