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My body is made of scars, some were done to me, but most I did to myself.
I would have to ask about his tailor before I killed him.
“That’s the thing about crowns,” I whispered. “When one head falls, they’re placed on another.”
“It can also help you realize if an enemy is truly your enemy at all,”
“Make the king wish for death before you give it to him,”
“I do not pretend to know the details of your pain, but I know the weight of it. I will not judge you for how you lighten the load.”
“The weight you bear is not your punishment, Keera. It is your heart. One day it will stop bleeding.”
I was made of pieces, sharp edges that tore into me with every move I made. Every breath I took. “A broken blade can be mended.”
He saw the scars. He knew the meaning behind them. And still he found beauty in the darkness of it, in my light and my shadows.
Just as violet eyes mark the Dark Fae, silver eyes mark the Light Fae.”
“Because the only thing I want right now—the only thing I ever want—is to kiss you. But not if you won’t enjoy it.”
