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October 3 - October 6, 2025
The king knew, in this moment, that his greatest love would also be his ruination, and that both would come in the unlikely form of a young human woman.
My husband smiled at me, lowering his raised fist, which had indeed been ready to knock one more fucking time. “There she is.”
But I felt anything but powerful when I was forced to recognize that Raihn—the man who had lied to me, imprisoned me, overthrown my kingdom, and murdered my father—genuinely cared for me.
The first time in weeks I’d seen something that looked like fight in her eyes. Goddess, I could’ve fucking wept for it. There she is, I thought.
It was all her. Deadly and stunning. Even her hatred was fucking beautiful.
“Do you remember,” he whispered, “that time you threw me out of the window?” My brow furrowed. “Wh—” He gave me a firm, forceful push, and then I was falling.
I rubbed my dry tongue against the roof of my mouth. Suddenly, the taste of cold, foamy, absolutely fucking terrible beer sounded… strangely appealing.
He sat up slowly, the movement making his knee slide forward. I could have stepped away, but I didn’t. Instead I settled onto it, pulling myself partially onto his lap—the pressure of his leg, and the roughness of his clothing and mine, sending a little spark of pleasure up my spine.
“The dress is an act of war. But you’ve always looked fucking fantastic in blood.”
“I’d spend a lifetime at the tip of your blade, and it would have been worth it.”
The kingdom is already drenched in oil. He is more than willing to provide a match.
“You have nothing but me,” I said. “And yet, you’d let me go?” “I have nothing but you,” he murmured. “So I am letting you go.”
“Let me make you the queen that you are. Let me guard your body, your soul, your heart. Let me spend the rest of my fucking pathetic life at your mercy. If I need to die, then let me do it by your hand. Please.”
But just because one tells themselves something, understand, that does not make it true.
“I love you,” he said, in a single, urgent breath. “I just—I need you to know that. I love you, Oraya.”
He was alive. But I knew that wouldn’t last. I’d spent so much of my life sensing death looming over me. I knew what it felt like when it was near.