Two Twisted Crowns (The Shepherd King #2)

by Rachel Gillig

Ravyn stiffened. “Would you hurt me?” His answer was a twisted, jagged smile. “I’d be a liar if I said I hadn’t played with the idea.”

Thats what you get for clapping cheeks with the woman he shares a body with

To anyone who’s ever felt lost in a wood. There is a strange sort of finding in losing.

Right...right...

I was the darkness and the darkness was me, and together we rolled with the tide, lulled toward a shore I could neither see nor hear. All was water—all was salt.

Even so, his calloused hands were no match for the soil at the bottom of the chamber.

Take a fucking shovel maybe

But his soul carried on, buried deep in Elspeth Spindle, the only woman Ravyn had ever loved.

Her stepmother, Nerium,

Shouldve left the bitch to fend for herself

She spoke like she was carrying on a conversation, though she was so often alone.

He climbed up behind her, his jaw flexing when she settled into the saddle, the curve of her backside pressing into him. Her hair smelled sweet.

We have a new romance ladies and gents

“There once was a girl,” he said, his voice slick, “clever and good, who tarried in shadow in the depths of the wood. There also was a King—a shepherd by his crook, who reigned over magic and wrote the old book. The two were together, so the two were the same: “The girl, the King, and the monster they became.”

Midday, midnight—the hour meant little to Ravyn. All he knew of time was that he always seemed to be running out of it.

It was one of the many masks he wore. And he’d worn it so long that, even when he should take it off, he didn’t always know how.

“Pull your sleeves so the iron doesn’t sit directly on your wrists. I don’t want to give Elspeth any more bruises.”

Oh my god

Ravyn stopped in his tracks. “Were you there,” he said, keeping his eyes forward, forcing ice into his thinning voice, “when Elspeth and I were alone together?”

Finally asking the right questions

“Every look. Every word. You lived eleven years in Elspeth’s mind. There’s no knowing where she ended and you began.”

Yea dude you were actually clapping the Shepherd Kings cheeks not hers

Eyes closed, Ravyn turned away. “And yet you were there. When we were together.”

Yeaa.....

“There is a place in the darkness she and I share. Think of it as a secluded shore along dark waters. A place I forged to hide things I’d rather forget. I went there from time to time in our eleven years together. To give Elspeth reprieve. And, most recently,” he added, tapping his fingernails on the wall, “to spare myself the particulars of her rather incomprehensible attachment to you.”

Oh thank fuck

“The last barter waits in a place with no time. A place of great sorrow and bloodshed and crime. No sword there can save you, no mask hide your face. You’ll return with the Twin Alders … “But you’ll never leave that place.”

Most of what he knew about her, Elm had gathered in glances—many of which had been stolen.

“Get your fucking hand off of her.”

Louder for the people in the back

and suddenly he wasn’t hitting a stranger in a mask anymore, but his own brother, his father—even Ravyn.

Tf did ravyn do

“Neither you nor your red Card mean a thing to me, Prince. I only want balance. I saved your life.”

I love her like this I fear

“I want you to let me out.” His yellow eyes softened. “Soon, my dear.”

Yippeeee I so dont want him to just leave her after everything is over :((

“These are sized for a man.” “Which I happen to be.”

Theyre a goated duo my god

Ravyn’s left knee popped as they took the stairwell.

Thank you for the information I guess he reached unc status

Erik stared straight ahead and drank from the goblet, his features stony.

Why is bro aura farming