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It takes a special man to tame a wild thing.
Yuck
Who needs a coat, anyway, when panic is setting your blood on fire?
No
Where did this man come from, who has the power to melt my heart so thoroughly? I’d trade sun and sky and light itself to know I’d never have to lose him.
Im guessing he dies
Saela is gone.
Girl distracted by d
My sister, though—I need to get to the front, to find her. She won’t be helped by my rolling around in some fancy furs, playing at being an elite soldier.
Weird take bc i feel like the power gained would help immensely
The officer I saw back in the Central Market, the one who dragged that deserter behind him. The dead-eyed psychotic killing machine.
Good for you, I want to snark back at him, bristling at his imperious tone. And I’m the Queen of Shit Mountain.
Cringe
“It’s Anassa,” whispers one of the men near me, his gaze as focused on the massive silver wolf as everyone else’s. “She never bonds. They say she’s been here for hundreds of years
After, I don’t bother picking my pack back up. It’s too heavy, and I can’t have anything weighing me down.
Ok lees money out the window
My blood goes cold. Dread settles over me like a thick layer of snow. “You don’t … have Nabbers in Blumenfall?” Maybe it’s a terminology difference, maybe they call them something else. “Siphons who steal children? Kids get kidnapped out of their beds at night.” His brow pinches, and he shakes his head. “I’ve never heard of—”
The exact place my mother stood in my nightmare.
Sleepwalking ?
And her eyes—they’re bright and clear. Gone is the vacant stare.
Oh it so passed down to her
He’s enraged that Stark is touching me like this. “The lady is spoken for,” Stark says sharply, his hand tightening on my waist.
Tea
shes the biggest woman hater ever i stg
Then, the sound of children’s voices. It stops me short. I freeze, heart pounding. Venna looks back at me, wearing an expression of understanding. She nods, once. And I know.
“I’m the rightful queen of Nocturna, aren’t I?” I ask. 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.”
The man that Stark and Cratos tore apart before the public. The man who threatened me at my fight the night before. Stark lifts his chin. “Yes,” he says simply. Yes, he killed him because the man threatened me.
