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October 13 - October 19, 2022
If she can’t touch my skin, I won’t give her the satisfaction of getting underneath it.
“Speak like that to her again, and I’ll cut out your tongue,” he says in a low growl.
When she looked at me, right before I wanted to kiss her, I felt like she knew more of me than anyone else. With one look, she stole my secrets. That’s why I showed her the sparrow, the secret I guard closest to my heart. I wanted to put her right next to the bird and keep them both. All for me.
I’ve never felt this way. Ever.
She’s changing everything.
“She has made it so that we may never touch one another. The Lady…she will not let me. I cannot save them. I cannot move.”
“Because I cannot be with him.”
His hands cup my cheeks, and his bright eyes dart between my own. “Are you hurt?” He whispers.
Should they ever touch, you will all die with them.”
“Call me Sparrow.”
“I hate that I have to hate you.”
I don’t mean to stare at her, but I can’t help it.
I’ve heard a thousand melodies in my lifetime, but none as beautiful as the way she says my name
Do you want to hear the worst part of it all?”
“It’s that I would do it again, Idalia. All of it.”
“If I never see the castle in the trees, my parents, my people, or my friends again. If I die as a traitor at my father's hands because—all because I brought you here, to live and be happy, to be with him, I’d do it again. A hundred times over. For you.”
“We would’ve tried everything, and we would’ve tried together. That’s all that matters to me.”
“Then what?”
“Then we find our friends and come back to Aeradian. We’ll live on a farm and watch Lorna herd cattle and mock her every step of the way. We’ll get Lin a job at a shop and take bets on how long it’ll take for him to argue with a customer. Or maybe we’ll travel with Stig as a singing group. Torrent has a wonderful voice; we’d just have to convince the bard to shut up if we want to make any coin. Or you could sing. I heard you in the woods. Your voice is mesmerizing.”
“I will touch you as much as you will let me. As I said before, I’ll be whatever you need me to be.” “Braizen, no. We would die! Our entire Kingdoms would fall!” I turn and face the room. “Surely you don’t believe that a single touch is worth all of that!” “I do,”
I would choose death— gladly choose death—if only to touch you. Just once. To hold your cheek. And trace your lips.
Because if you really want to know what I believe, it’s that a life of being robbed of your skin against mine for even a second longer is a fate far worse than death. To not have you by my side, a misery far worse than the grave.”
To be with him is to die. But to be without him is no way to live.
