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She was tied to the palace grounds by some long-lost magic and would remain so as long as the King lived. Just as her mother and grandmother before her.
Gwyn knew why the Prince favored her more than the other Halflings, but she never held it against me. It was a kindness I couldn’t ever hope to repay.
“We’re all entitled to our secrets, Keera,” he called over his shoulder, disappearing between the stacks of books and scrolls.
“You don’t get to judge them for being the monsters the King turned them into. The Shades weren’t born as weapons. They weren’t born as killers. They were born as children. Stolen. Ripped from their parents and placed on that godsforsaken island.”
The Shades aren’t born, they’re forged. If you want to liberate the Halflings, you liberate them all.”
“I’ve never taken a life I didn’t need to take. If the Crown falls and you want to put me on trial for the lives I did end, I won’t stop you. Every life I couldn’t spare, I carry with me. You don’t need to tell me I’ll answer for them one day. I already know.”
“I’d like to remind you I’m holding a blade, and I’m not above cutting you,”
“We wait until dusk. And then we move against the King.”
“They’re beautiful. You’re beautiful,” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss on my shoulder. My chest split open at the sincerity of his words.
