“You and I both know high fey can’t lie.” “You and I both know that’s bullshit, actually…” Cylvan smirked against the back of Saffron’s hand. He just kept smiling. Kept smiling. Kept smiling—until heat flared in Saffron’s cheeks, and something akin to a death rattle tumbled from his mouth. “N-no!” He wheezed, and Cylvan grinned brighter. “No—no! Cylvan! Damnit! I’m not—! I can’t—!” “Not what? Can’t what?” “I can’t be king!” Saffron nearly shrieked, and Cylvan leapt to cover his mouth. Saffron just continued in a near-hysterical hiss. “Is that even allowed!” “What, for me to choose?” “I’m a
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