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November 15 - November 24, 2025
“Merrick, there were so many things I never said. I love you so much. You brought me all the light. You brought me everything. Freedom. Hope. Trust. Love. Fight. I love you. Don’t die because of me. Please don’t die because of me. Live! Save this world. Please. Please. Please.”
“I know she inspires every person she comes across. She is the fucking light of this world! The purest soul. The kindest. The strongest. A leader, a friend, a lover, a woman, a Fae, a human. But it’s almost too late. I can feel it!”
For only in their ultimate sacrifice can a new world be born—the world they have dreamed of, battled for, and wept over.
Lessia hadn’t only marked him as hers. She’d carved her hopes and dreams onto his skin. All her wishes were carefully cut, not a single letter bent or deformed. All but one.
On the left side of his chest, right over his heart, she’d carved the one thing she longed for the most. Time.
“For only in their ultimate sacrifice can a new world be born—the world they have dreamed of, battled for, and wept over,”
I’ve been hiding my entire life, and it’s time to step out of the shadows. Even if only for a short while.”
She even tasted like sunshine. Like freedom. Like the dreams he’d had when he was younger.
Use me, Raine. Use me until we’ve either won this war or moved on to the afterlife—whatever comes first. I need it too. I don’t… I don’t want to be alone anymore.”
“I won’t be gentle,” Raine warned. “That’s not who I am. That’s not what I can offer you. This isn’t love, little Rantzier.
My little fighter likes her man on his knees before her. Likes to see him serve her like the goddess she is.”
“We all make mistakes, regent. It’s what we do after that counts.”
Of course they’d tell her she’d die alone. But we all die alone! It doesn’t matter how loved
Today is about you. I want you to be ready when I fuck you. Because I will definitely not be gentle.
“If you continue to tire yourself from riding her all day, I might begin to get jealous. I’d much prefer to be the one you have those beautiful legs wrapped around.”
don’t want to do this, Merrick.” He was the only one she could tell. Because she knew he could take it, that his whispered words weren’t empty ones. Still, there was no hiding the brokenness in his voice as he responded, “I know. I know, my little fighter.”
“Their bond is a fierce and fragile one.”
“They are made of the same cloth, those two. History has seen it before, like it shall see it again. In war—” “Unlikely allies find that the threads of their souls are woven from the same loom, that they were bound together even before the birth of their realm and their gods. That their past is linked as their future always shall be.”
War… it wasn’t anything other than waste. Pure useless fucking waste.
“And so a soulbinder shall help her rise to take her throne—her right as a veiled queen.”
