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But had she loved him? Not exactly. Love grew out of shared memories, shared stories, shared laughter. Love was a result of knowing the many things a person did that annoyed you to the ends of the earth, and yet, somehow, still wanting to hold them at the end of every day and be held by them at sunrise every morning. Love was the comfort of knowing someone would stand by you, accept you, despite all your eccentricities, all your faults. Maybe loving you, in part, because of them.
“Believe what you will. But I do know what it is to love, and what it feels like once that love is lost.”
All children deserve to be loved. All children deserve a mother or a father who will care for them and protect them, unconditionally. Not someone to dote on them for a time, only to lose interest when parenthood no longer suits them. Those are not the actions of someone who wishes to be a mother. That is the opposite of a mother. That is someone who cares only for themselves.”
I understand why you lied to me. Just as I understand you are more than your lies.”
Serilda had just finished reading a tale from far-off Isbren about a girl who fell in love with an ice bear
East of the sun, west of the moon…??? I love
“Historically, your gifts have not been well-received.” The Erlking laughed. “It is only a gift, from a king to his queen. Nothing more.”
I hate that i like the king. Oopsie
“Are you reading fairy tales, miller’s daughter? Or are you living one?”
“Don’t you get it, Gild? This is the stuff of fairy tales. You are the stuff of fairy tales. Handsome princes who kill wicked huntresses and get themselves cursed inside haunted castles are the stuff of fairy tales.”
“Oh yes, how awful being wed to the little mortal. Must have been torture.” The king’s lips quirked upward as he glanced at Serilda. “It had its moments.”
evil king i love u
“It is a small request,” he said, “for the mortal who was my wife.”
