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September 28 - October 1, 2022
Passion and annoyance were fire, and fire was alive and crackling with power. Fire breathed. Grief was a vat of quicksand; the more one struggled against it, the deeper it pulled one under. I’d much rather be set ablaze than buried alive.
I would not be treated as if my mind were inferior because I’d been blessed with the ability to bear children.
Humans were the true monsters and villains. More real than any novel or fantasy could invent.
Mr. Thomas Cresswell might not truly hold the title of prince, but that was perfectly fine. To me, he’d always be the king of my heart.