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“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.”
“You have no kingdom, no crown. If you call this farce a court, then I can only assume that you’re its fool.”
“Should I tell him how wet you are for this, sweetheart? How needy your little cunt is for his shadows?”
What would it feel like to be loved with such intensity? Such unequivocal fortitude that not even death could impose conditions? I wanted to experience such a love so badly…
His lips parted, and his grip tightened on my face before he spit into my mouth, letting warm saliva run down my tongue. “That is the closest my lips will ever come to yours.”
“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.”
“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."
“Maybe we are truly fated only to end in emotional tragedy…”
“Little dove,” his whisper came with a salty kiss to my lips before he straightened and placed his own by my ear, “love is tragedy.” I hate that I love you.
What would it feel like to be loved with such intensity? Such unequivocal fortitude, not even death could impose conditions?
