beside his bedroll, and when he opened his
eyes, he found Manon with her knees drawn
up, arms braced atop them.
She stared into the dimness of his tent, the
space illumined with silvery light from the
glowing stars on her brow.
“You don’t have to wear it all the time,” he
said. “We’re allowed to take them off.”
Golden eyes slid toward him. “I’ve never
seen you wear a crown.”
“The past few months haven’t provided
much access to the royal collection.” He sat
up. “And I hate wearing them anyway. They
dig mercilessly into my head.”
A hint of a smile. “This is not so heavy.”
“Since it seems made of light itself, I’d
imagine not.” Though that crown would weigh
heavily in other ways, he knew.
“So you’re talking to me,” she said, not
bothering to segue gracefully.
lily
(lily)
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