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The Bonded are the king’s most elite forces, soldiers who have mental bonds with massive, fearsome direwolves. They ride the wolves into battle and, rumor has it, the riders can even tap into the magic that the direwolves wield.
i will always. ALWAYS. eat concepts like this UP! i can’t wait to see what her wolf is like
“And you,” she says, turning on me, wild-eyed. “You are not where you are meant to be.”
is she ill or is this foreshadowing to her being an oracle or something
“I will. I—I love you, Lee.” “I love you, too,” he says, reaching out to cup my cheek gently.
something about established relationships in series are just not trustworthy to me. either she’s gonna leave him, he’s gonna leave her, OR and hear me out on this he’s secretly working with the siphons and is gonna betray her.
Then, without warning, he forces my head to the side. He leans down, his breath now hot against my neck. And his tongue streaks over my skin.
??? where in the world did this come from? 😭😭😭
His scream echoes off the walls as Killian wrenches the fingernail from its bed of flesh. Fuck.
holy fuck hi killian
“Wait. The attacks have stopped… right?” I say, glancing between them. “No more kids are getting taken?” Igor’s face darkens. “No, Meryn. The attacks haven’t stopped. In fact, they’ve increased.”
oh killian killian something fishy is going on here!
The Bonded are just beautiful, violent dolls for the actual elites.
“I’m claimed by Crown Prince Killian.”
nvm ts so corny girl if u don’t go back to stark rn i’m gonna freak 😭😭😭
Stark steps closer. His knee pushes mine open, then he kneels down on the floor, nestled in between my legs so that our faces are at the same height. My hands tighten on the armrests, but not for long—he reaches down and takes my wrists.
#needthat
“Let me be your family now,” he says softly. Taking a step backward, he slowly lowers himself onto one knee.
ick. ick ick ick!
Stark’s eyes spark, he takes a single step back, and he bows down on one knee, hand to his chest. “Welcome home, my queen.”
kneeling looks good on him. mmf.
My protector, not Killian’s, not the king’s.
girl if u dont go up there and lick his neck and kiss him on the lips istg
“Give me the word and I’ll tear out his throat. All the lives I’ve ever taken were just training for this moment, my queen. Make me your instrument of vengeance. Let my hands act out your every savage, depraved thought. Use me. I’m yours.”
there’s actually tears in my eyes this is so fucking peak holy shit
The Siphon who killed Queen Chiara. How?! “Bring Killian back,” I growl, leaning over him. The same thing happens. A trembling of his pupils. A seizure of his body. His eyes roll back down, and he lets out an appreciative hum. “Yes, my beloved?”
…what the fuck?
