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He didn’t live. He existed. And no one understood the difference between the two until they ceased to live.
To the people, he was not Nasir Ghameq, crown prince of Arawiya, no. He was the purger of life. The Prince of Death.
There was no point to a feeling that fleeted. To a love she would be destined to lose.
And like the mutt that I am, I will do everything he says.
he had ordered to have no one in his chambers. Monsters preferred solitude.
In the deserts of Arawiya, there was nothing more beautiful and beloved than the moon, bringing with her relief from the relentless sun.
To see a flicker, a glimmer, a bare hint of appreciation in his father’s eyes—Nasir would do anything.
In the darkness, anything was possible. Baba was alive, Umm was herself, magic still existed. But eyes couldn’t stay closed forever, unless one was dead.
Who decides what’s out of reach, if not we ourselves?
The smile that curved his lips sorrowed his eyes.
Sometimes the most truthful words were merely elaborate lies.
It was proving difficult to think when she looked at him.
Nasir hadn’t looked through his own eyes in a very long time.
neither of them looked at him through a veil of fear that deemed him a monster the way everyone else in Arawiya did.
He’s a murderer. And she was starting to forget that he was.
He watched, transfixed, wondering how those small, mindless motions always drew his attention.
She didn’t like when this Nasir arrived. The one who let his mask slip, who could venture to laugh, to look at her with something other than that stoic coolness. It made her uneasy. Uncertain. It lit her aflame.
Hearing it was like returning to someone long lost. She had no fear in her heart, no worry in her chest. She felt … at ease.
