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Love is for children, said the girl. Death is for fools, said the shadow. Darkness is my destiny, said the boy. Allegiance is my undoing, said the eagle. Suffering is our fate, said the beauty. And they were all horribly wrong.
To the people, he was not Nasir Ghameq, crown prince of Arawiya, no. He was the purger of life. The Prince of Death.
“there is no man in Arawiya more loyal to the Hunter than I.” In the silence, the shards of Zafira’s heart crumbled. Fell. Wept. Drowned.
“For you, a thousand times,” he choked, but she knew the rest of those words. Words he had said countless times before. His eyes flickered. A thousand leagues and a thousand sands. For you, a thousand times I would defy the sun.
while I love Nasir, Deen was incredible 😭
They’ll tell stories about us, he had said. There once was a boy with a future. Until all he had left was his past.
“If you want me obedient, Prince, kill me and carry my corpse.”
Enemies to lovers typa shit 🤭
He should not have given in to the sensations of how she looked. Of how, in one fell swoop, she had thrown the Prince of Death to the ground and trampled his existence with her words.
“You are the compass in the storm, the guide in the dark. You will always find your way, Zafira bint Iskandar.”
“You and I are strangers, Huntress. Allies by circumstance. We may leave Sharr and never think of each other again. But in this moment, we are two souls, marooned beneath the moon, hungry and alone, adrift in the current of what we do not understand. We hunt the flame, the light in the darkness, the good this world deserves. You are like Tamim. You remind me that hope is not lost.”
he would say to look into her eyes was to see the sea’s first glimpse of the sun, drinking its reflection with endless ripples.
He was a mess of scars like the sky was a mess of stars.
“My mother once said that just as our eyes tailor to the darkness, so do our souls.”
Darkness is the absence of light, the mere reason light exists. Without darkness, light would have no confines. Laa, it would be a curse.” He straightened the cups and pressed a single pomegranate seed to his tongue. His fingers were long, aristocratic, but when she blinked, they looked almost clawed. “Everything that exists does so to repress its opposite.”
“‘All right’ is when you’re bleeding black but it’s not as bad as bleeding red. When the world crashes but you’re not alone when it does. When the darkness is absolute but you hunt down the smallest flame and coax it brighter. When you carve the good out of every bad and claim it a victory.”
