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April 22 - April 27, 2024
For anyone who has ever feared they won’t find true love
what the Prince of Hearts has done and you’re tempted to trust him again. It had only been a day since she’d learned of Jacks’s most recent betrayal—poisoning her new husband, Apollo, on the night of their wedding.
and therefore everyone’s future held infinite possibilities. But Evangeline could not allow herself to hope for Jacks or to forgive him for what he had done to her and Apollo.
She has such a skewed perspective of Apollo like she met him a few times before the bewitching and both times he was such a tool.
The Valors, the first royal family of the Magnificent North, had constructed the arch as a passageway to a place called the Valory. No one knew what the Valory contained,
One said the Valory was a treasure chest that held the Valors’ greatest magical gifts. The other claimed the Valory was an enchanted prison that locked away all manner of magic beings, including an abomination that the Valors had created.
Evangeline took the letter she’d just written to herself, crossed the length of her royal suite, and placed the note atop the fireplace mantel, waxed side out—making sure she’d see the words of warning if they were ever needed again.
Reread: i will always love that in acftl this letter id what made her realize how much she loved him and how this was their love story and how it helped bring all her memories back
Happy endings can be caught, but they are difficult to hold on to. They are dreams that want to escape the night. They are treasure with wings. They are wild, feral, reckless things that need to be constantly chased, or they will certainly run away.
He was dressed with more care than usual. A series of silver links secured the midnight-blue cape at his shoulders. His velvet doublet was the same deep blue, save for the smoke-gray embroidery that matched his fitted trousers, which were tucked neatly into polished leather boots.
Then she heard another voice, so quiet she knew it was in her head. I’m sorry, Little Fox. Apollo isn’t who you need to worry about. He’s—
she could see what he really was, despite any of his efforts to try to hide it. Just one look set her blood on fire, and she liked the way it burned.
“Careful,” Jacks drawled. “You’re not looking at me as if you hate me right now.” “I do,” she said. But it came out all wrong, hoarse and breathless—and hungry.
For a moment, she wanted to believe the vampire. She liked the idea that Jacks cared what happened to her.