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Ravyn Yew watched me with gray eyes, his head tilted to the side. He looked like his namesake, the raven: sharp, intelligent, striking.
Burnnnnn
I doubted I was the first to take a shot at the Captain’s prominent, beak-like nose. It was too easy a target.
Raven faced
“I present to you,” he called, “the elusive Nightmare Providence Card, and my future wife, Ione Hawthorn.”
Sis got sold for dick and a yugiyoh card
Ravyn Yew. Infected.
Everyone needs a vaccine asap
He leaned forward. “And what are we, Miss Spindle?”
Defining the relationship
“Hauth broke your wrist, Ravyn mangled his hand. Balance.”
Potato. Potatoe.
“Can I kiss you?” My voice shook. “A bit late to ask, isn’t it?” “Not on your mouth, Elspeth.” His eyes turned wicked as he lowered himself to his knees, kissing the inside of my leg,
*screeches in raven* 🐦⬛
“Have you been with other women since our betrothal?”
It’s not even Day 1 married and he’s already sticking his lil petey walker in places he shouldn’t be like ewwww
“Are you still pretending?” I said, reveling in his gaze. Ravyn gave a surprised laugh and, in front of everyone, leaned in and kissed me. “I never was,” he whispered into my lips.
And I now pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. Yew … ohhh they grow up so fast!
