king castor’s finger, slightly wobbly, pointed once more.
“the pretty one”
rory’s eyes flitted to me. but the king’s finger, the knighthood’s collective gaze, was trained on Four
…HIS EYES FLITTED TO HER. WHEN THE KING ADDRESSED THE “PRETTY ONE.”
oh rodrick you are as clear as glass .
— Jun 12, 2025 06:39PM
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