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King Castor’s finger, slightly wobbly, pointed once more. “The pretty one.” Rory’s eyes flitted to me. But the King’s finger, the knighthood’s collective gaze, was trained on Four.
This was so subtle but made me giggle and kick my feet like no other 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
It is easier, swearing ourselves to someone else’s cause than to sit with who we are without one.”
Okay speak your shit !
