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March 4 - March 5, 2019
No one tells you that in war, sometimes the enemy is your neighbor.
I want to hold onto this moment, where we are no longer enemies. Merely a man and a woman discovering each other.
My gaze moves between his eyes, his dark, fathomless eyes. “You can’t make someone love you,” I say. “I don’t need you to love me.”
Kisses are just as much a battle as they are a joining of desires, and in my ignorance I’ve unknowingly deepened the kiss.
The king glances away from me at the maps that line the walls. “I’m not an idiot,” he says, not looking at me. “I know the WUN sent you here to seduce me.” My body goes rigid. I have no idea why his confession shocks me; it doesn’t take a scientist to put two and two together. He laughs, the sound hollow. “The problem is, it worked.”
There will be no honor to my sacrifice. Women who have filled the role of temptress have always been looked down upon.
Now I am a force of nature; I am the embodiment of rage.
The last time they saw me, I was covered in blood. I’m a wolf amongst a flock of sheep.
“What was that?” he asks. “It’s my body’s reaction to you.” “I’m glad I leave you short of breath.” “Don’t flatter yourself; I was trying not to barf.”
“You look like the kind of woman who shoots and asks questions later, and it’s a turn-on.”
“It’s not very often that I get my bloodthirsty wife-to-be on her back.”
“Just so you know, you’re not frightening at all in the morning,” he says, smirking. “You look like a pissed-off kitten.” “Say that again, and I’ll castrate you with a butter knife.” His lips quirk. “Ah, lucky me to have such a blushing bride.”
The priest announces us to the chapel, and I feel a tear drip down my cheek. I just married the monster under the bed.
“Don’t you know, my queen?” he says, opening his eyes. “I can’t be killed.”
“You’re heartless.” “Most of the time. But sometimes … sometimes I’m not when I’m around you.”
I open my eyes at that. He’s being genuine. And this is the worst. A bad guy with a change of heart. I’m not his redemption; I’m going to be his executioner.
Right when I assumed I was the loneliest creature in the world, I find out I might matter to someone.
I stare into the king’s eyes. I am Isolde, I am Juliet, I am Guinevere. I am every one of those idiots because I’ve fallen for the king.
she puts the worst parts of herself out on display and hides the best aspects of herself.
She’s the most fearless person I know. My opinion of her only increases when she slugs Will, and again when she pulls his own gun on him. It doesn’t take a genius to know I married up.
His lips press hard against mine, kissing me like I’m his oxygen. This is magic, this is heaven, this is everything my life has denied me.
“You wanted to know what I fear most? Here it is: I fear I will always be alone. That no one who truly knows me will love me. Not even my wife.”
There are only a handful of things I understand with complete clarity at the moment: I’m a woman without a past, and these people need to access it. And if I can’t remember it soon, I’m going to die a very painful death. I know I’m someone powerful, someone dangerous. A grim smile tugs at my lips despite my current circumstances. I know I’m not afraid of pain or death. And these men and women? They should be afraid of me. Because whoever I am, I am violent, and I will be having my revenge.
