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Jess Wisecup
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March 23 - March 29, 2024
It was typical of him to cast me as the bad guy. He’d been doing it the entirety of our marriage about everything, let alone Elora. It was somehow my fault that our daughter had been born the Beloved. It was my fault she had the shock of hair, pure as freshly fallen snow, and her eyes glowed white when she cried. It was my fault we had to leave and hide her from the Myriad. It was my fault he wasn’t currently busy running Ravemont.
Don’t marry him, Em. I wondered how things might have been different if I had listened to him then—when he might have been able to help me. I fell asleep, remembering green eyes flecked with gold.
He gave a sad smile. Would he have been a better grandfather than he was a father if he’d ever been given the chance?
I poured myself into her. I gave her every part of me, and, in doing so, I saved myself. When she wrapped her tiny hand around my finger, it was an anchor, bringing me back to the ground. Every smile from her was a gift, a reminder of what I stood to lose. Looking back, I realized, without her, I would’ve drifted away completely.
The last day I saw the prince, he told me he would bring me King Dryul’s head. He’d told me those who were responsible for my sister’s death would pay with their life. I had pulled my hair off my neck and bared it to him in response. We were the ones who took down the wards that night. We were the ones who deserved to pay. My sister, my best friend, my confidante—was dead. Because of us. I would never forgive myself, and I would never forgive him.
“Lady Emmeline, stand up. You’ve never once knelt before me—why start now?”
“Did you kill the men who did this to you?” His voice was low and quiet, not quite soft, but less harsh than before. “Yes.” I swallowed. I had no choice. “You did them a kindness they did not deserve.”
A smile so familiar and yet foreign. A stranger in the body of someone I’d once known almost better than myself.
His body tensed even while I felt his hand on my chin relax. “Did they fucking touch you?” I knew he wasn’t talking about the bruises. “No.” I looked down, not wanting to be caught in the intensity of those eyes, the gold flecking his irises resembling embers from a flame.
“I heard you, Rain. I heard your heart, so I started screaming. I’m surprised you heard me.” “No, that’s the thing Em. I—I didn’t hear you screaming. I know this sounds crazy, and I know it’s impossible, but I’ve re-lived it for years—awake and in my dreams. I could hear your heartbeat. I followed it to find you.”
“I thought you were going to die today. I’m glad you didn’t.” Something stirred within me, and I tried to ignore it. “Me too.” I smiled; It was a silly thing to say. “You just came back to me, and we’ve barely had a chance to talk. You can’t die yet.”
“Lavenia, he told me we couldn’t be together while he was still inside me.” I felt her stiffen at the description, but I didn’t falter. “And maybe time has changed his thoughts on the matter, but it doesn’t change the fact I made decisions based on what he said—with what he repeated when I begged him later. I will not make apologies for how I chose to repair myself after he br—The decisions I’ve made and the life I’ve lived are my own, and I will not apologize for a second of it.”
“I’ve been wrong this whole time.” He whispered it against my brow, and I kept still. “About what?” “The blue. I’d imagined the Mahowin Sea all along.” I started to pull away, confused, but he circled me in his strong arms and pulled me close. “Your eyes. The Mahowin Sea doesn’t do them justice.
“Do you even know how to make a bed?” I grinned at him, wanting to fill the silence. It worked as one side of his lips twitched. He glanced down at the bed before looking up at me through lowered lashes, his sideways grin kicking up, making me question my sanity. “I’m afraid I only know how to mess them up.”
“I love you, Emmeline. I have loved you from the start, and I will love you until we are both just a whisper on the wind. It’s your eyes I see when I close mine, your heart I want to hold, and I’d set this whole damn world on fire if you wanted to watch it burn.”
I do not need a child from you to love you. All I need is you. I will kiss every stretch mark, every freckle, every single part of your body. I will suffer through watching your exquisite ass jiggle because of how much I love you. It is a price I am willing to pay.”