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Would she become even more of a hypocrite by taking away his memories?
Your choice, not mine. I will not take away your choice ever again, Zimri.”
The only thing this throne would consider a worthy alternative to its own asking.
What is more sacred? the throne’s ancient magic had asked. “My magic,”
Her torture was his torture as he knelt on the pathway leading to the throne.
The fragrance of sun-soaked meadows attempted to overwhelm the odor of death and destruction.
He tried desperately to ignore the added scent of flesh burning, of her flesh burning.
Her magic. Her music. Gone.
Arabessa had given up one of her greatest gifts instead of robbing him of his choice in loving her.
She was a force, her own eclipse.
A selfish part of him was hurt and frustrated not to have known,
Right now was for making sure Arabessa was safe. That she lived. That she would wake up.
Here stood Arabessa’s father, no longer their Thief King.
She was all that mattered.
he found himself doing something he had not done since the night he found out his parents had died: he prayed to the lost gods for strength.
If they could make light of the events, tease or push sarcasm, it would have put some hope into his heart.
unclasping the disguise as though he were removing the entire kingdom from his shoulders. And perhaps he was.
“She could have died claiming the throne?” The room’s collective silence was answer enough.
this was her choice. We would not have kept her from trying to achieve a goal she wanted.”
“Did you ask her to do this?” Zimri cut a look to Dolion,
“How could you think such a thing?” Because he’s asked you all to do too much too often before.
the man who had taught him everything, who might become his biggest enemy, depending on his reply.
“I may have raised her to lead, but I would never force her to rule.”
She fought for what she wanted out of life, for who she wanted.”
She wants to continue what her parents have built, what her family has sacrificed for generations to protect.
Despite the danger it had put her in, he hated to admit that it did feel like fate.
You can stand beside her now, a quiet voice reminded him.
He yearned for such an embrace, to be held up by another’s strength when his own failed,
You are family, Niya had said. In this moment he finally allowed himself to believe it.
It tore endlessly from Dolion until his lips closed with a snap and he bent over to barely catch his weight on his knees.
He would not leave her side until then. He did not want to leave her side at all.
Zimri left Arabessa, preparing the words needed to call off a wedding.
He found her where he had not expected: at home.
The closest this world would ever come to experiencing daylight.
No one needed a party to attend, for the entire kingdom was a celebration.
He was not glowing with merriment; he was edged with desperate determination.
And somewhere beyond the buildings in front of him was the palace, where deep inside rested the woman he loved.
Zimri was more than willing to sacrifice something of his own in return. An ambition of his that had changed.
Kattiva’s expression remained even as she regarded him. “You do not want to get married.”
But each expectation he had of this woman she exceeded.
“How delightful, Collector. I had begun to wonder if you were immune.”
“Immune?
“To des...
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She had certainly trusted him with what was in hers.
excitement stirring in the air around her.
Her soul was made from the rock and dirt of this kingdom, a thief to items no one thought could be stolen: desires.
“Love has nothing to do with enjoyment.”
“They will be a lucky group, whoever they turn out to be.” “I appreciate you knowing they will not merely be one.”
It would have been a fine life to be married to you, Collector.”
“to be a jilted bride is a valuable card, indeed.”
