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For every girl who can love a villain, so long as he’s handsome, hung, and good at groveling.
“If a wife cannot speak ill of her husband, then what joys are there left for her in marriage?”
Now get that damn knife away from me before you accidentally hurt yourself. Only I get to hurt you.”
“Life marks us all in one way or another.” Sebian dunked the cloth into the water. “The only scars truly ugly are usually the ones on the inside, anyway.”
“I said where you belong, little white dove. On your knees. By my feet. So you may kiss my boots and pledge allegiance to your future king.”
“On my lap then, for I am afraid we are finding ourselves short a chair.”
“You have no kingdom, no crown. If you call this farce a court, then I can only assume that you’re its fool.”
how nicely you are displaying my mark tonight, showing everyone just whom you belong to. Mine to hurt. Mine to torment.”
I merely supplied the shadows, and they are aching to devour you.”
“Should I tell him how wet you are for this, sweetheart? How needy your little cunt is for his shadows?”
“The strangest things lure the strangest sounds from my little dove.”
Well, pluck my feathers and call me a chicken.
“Imagine an invisible string tied around your heart, Galantia, right here beneath your ribs, tugging you toward your mate. You long for this person with an intensity that turns every second you are not united into agony.
“Which is pretty fucking deranged, but I’m not one to judge… We’re all a bit broken here.”
“Because you’re mine. Mine to hurt. Mine to agonize. Mine to break.” His cool, minty breath broke against my skin, sending a shudder across my heated body. “I will come for you, Galantia. May it take a year or a lifetime, I will come for you.”
“No matter how much you want to hate me, it’ll never measure up to the loathing my father clearly harbors for me. You think you rendered me worthless? Don’t flatter yourself, Malyr. I was born worthless.”
“You came to me.”
“Say, ‘Please, Malyr, marry me, or I’ll forever be ruined.’”
this didn’t feel like atonement. This felt like attention. Ardent, undivided attention.
“Yeh ash valtem skalde ya.”
“I will forever treasure you,”
“Yeh ash valtem sorg fer’ya.”
“I will forever care for you.”
“Yeh ash valtem haron fer’ya. I will forever provide for you.”
“You are my betrothed, my wife before long, the future queen of Dranada and Vhaerya. Before the eyes of the kingdom, I will forever show you the honor and respect that is due.”
“But make no mistake, little white dove… I have every intention of being my cruel, cold-hearted self with you in the privacy of our chambers.”
“Why watch me?” “Presume it is something as simple as the fact that you are beautiful,” he said. “Except when you fight me… then you are stunning.”
“When I fed you from my lips, little dove. It is the kiss of the raven, but a kiss nonetheless, reserved for our mate and no one but her. It is why we guard them so.”
“Not until they will hurt me again.” “As they will,” he said. “How else could I reconcile how I kissed you, hmm? How my body longs for yours? How I brought you pleasure with my mouth on your cunt? How I spend… way too many hours watching you, annoyingly fixated beyond sense or reason?”
“The longer you make me look at you, little dove, the harder it is for me to remember what you are. And I fear that, if I look too long… I just might forget who you are."
Because it felt like love. Terrible, star-crossed, painful love.
