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May 5 - May 22, 2023
“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. And
“Did you really think I wouldn’t smell you, princess?”
I wasn’t going to let you fall. But more importantly, I knew you weren’t going to let you fall.
“There’s no one to kill.” He chuckled and leaned closer, his face only a few inches from mine, and murmured, “You sound so disappointed, my murderous queen.”
“I like a little fight,” he murmured. “Besides, she’s ruined me for all others. My own fucking fault, though. I knew it from the beginning.”
“I’d spend a lifetime at the tip of your blade, and it would have been worth it.”
I was the Heir of the House of Night, and I was the daughter of Vincent the Nightborn King, and I was every bit as powerful as both those things suggested.
“Oraya.” I didn’t look up. “What?” CLANG, as metal fell to the ground. “Why did you come for me?”
Go learn about your magic. I’d tell you to go become something fucking incredible, Oraya, but you already are, and this place doesn’t deserve you. It never has. And I sure as fuck don’t.”
He needed me more than he ever had. “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.”
“You have destroyed me,” he murmured. “And I have hated every moment of it, too.”
“And,” I said, “I am queen just as much as he is king. When we’ve reclaimed our kingdom, I intend to rule beside him as such.”
Strange, that these Marks supposedly branded us as innate enemies. And yet, they were obvious mates to each other.
“Just want you to know, Oraya,” he murmured, “that you were the best part of it. The best part of all of it.”
“I love you,” he said, in a single, urgent breath. “I just—I need you to know that. I love you, Oraya.”
