One Dark Window (The Shepherd King, #1)

by Rachel Gillig

His skin was rough but his touch was gentle, his hand easily covering mine.

OKAY

His green eyes stood out against olive skin, and when his hair caught the light, thick and unkempt, it was the same color as the Equinox wreaths that hung above the arches of the great hall, bright with autumn hues.

Ginger … good to know

The gardens were wild. I liked that about them.

Oooooo

“You and I already carry strange magic. We’re the very things the book warns against, Miss Spindle.” He smiled, gesturing away from the house into the garden. “We needn’t be afraid of a little salt in the air.”

Hes sooooo eeeee!

How strange it looked, alone in the ruins, unmarked but for one dark window situated on its southernmost wall.

Thats the name of the book!

A moment later, Ravyn reappeared, close to me, a mischievous grin on his mouth. “You’re the only one I can’t sneak up on,” he said.

OooOOOO

I eyed him narrowly. “And who, pray tell, is your most skilled horseman?”

YESSSSSS edit: wait nvm it isnt him :/

If there was pain, I hardly felt it. Something else was stirring in me. Not quite pain; an ache.

Oooo

Elm stood a head above his brother, lean and sly,

Why is everyone ljke 6'8

I closed my eyes. “I’m degenerating, Ravyn.” I heard his sharp inhale, then the clang of silver as his goblet hit the tray. He was out of his seat and kneeling beside me in a breath, one hand on the arm of the chair, the other on my knee. “Tell me,” he said.

hes so hot but i cant stop picturing snape

A hot tear slid down my cheek, dipping into the crease of my mouth. Ravyn wiped it away with his thumb. He leaned closer. “We all have secrets we’re forced to keep, Elspeth,” he murmured. He lifted my chin. When I opened my eyes, his gaze poured into mine. “I trust you. You’re safe with me. Magic—or something else—is pulling us together. Only two more Cards,” he said, the tips of our noses grazing. “And then you’ll be free.”

Bruh hes soooooo EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

He let out a breath that slipped into a growl. The hand on my chin lowered to my neck, his thumb pressing lightly against the hollow of my throat.

Bro

Messy, warm—a gentle chaos. The kind of chaos that lived in stark contrast to the stony, controlled Captain of the Destriers.

I like love that his room is a mess like that tidbit is so lovely

Everyone was watching him, brows high. When I looked up, Ravyn’s gaze was on me, his mouth upturned, his teeth tugging at his bottom lip. “Morning.” He looked stupidly handsome, smug to his boots. I hid behind my teacup. “Morning.” Next to him, Elm’s face twisted in a grimace. “What the hell’s wrong with you?” Ravyn took a bite of bread and leaned back in his chair. “What do you mean?” “You’re smiling.” Elm looked over the table. “Does no one else find that incredibly unnerving?”

im trying so hard to not look like im readijng smut on the train