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Regner died. He seemed so innocent at the time. I never dreamed I’d see his face in this valley, let alone with murder burning bright in his eyes. He’s the man who rose from nothing and nowhere and no one to become the leader of an entire continent. The man who broke his word. The man with no real name. The Prince of the East.
Fire of my heart, come that I may see you, warm my weary bones, be my place of rest. I carry the song in my heart. Hear it. I won’t let it fall silent.
Everything smells like him, that scent of rich spices, dark wood, and the sweet aroma of ancient magick. I turn back to the bed. Even the linens smell of him, and not just because he laid with me for a while. But because that bed knows his body intimately. It makes me want to curl back up and never leave.

