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I’ll never be a heroine like Leythana. In Briar, I’ll only ever be a villain.
“There’s a reason you’re drawn to the first queen,” she says. “I know a bit of history, too. Enough to guess that there’s power in you, girl. More than you realize. I look forward to the day when you wake up and start using it.”
What would Leythana think now, if she could glimpse the future her efforts had wrought? I think she would burn it all down.
“History is written by victors.”
“It is the Graces who are monsters,” he says softly, his wintry breath on the shell of my ear. “For letting you believe such things about yourself.”
No. Yes. My fickle heart can’t make up its mind. Once again, I’m dizzy with the feeling Aurora gives me. Like plunging toward the sea and hoping you’ll grow wings before you hit the surface.
Is this a stockolm syndrome thing? You love her because she is kind?
But it’s his next words that hurt the most. “Please do not make promises you cannot keep.”
That which is given oft cannot be regained.
“You were never a villain to me.”
“What I did with your elixirs was the very least of my abilities. For twenty years I’ve let this realm trample over my back. Keep me caged and controlled. But I am not a beast. Not a mongrel. I am Vila. My power will never Fade. And you’re about to feel every bit of it come down upon your heads.”
