him wholly. Without them, would the
moments of happiness be as bright? Without
them, would he fight so hard to ensure it did
not happen again?
Who do you wish to be?
A king worthy of his crown. A king who
would rebuild what had been shattered, both
within himself and in his lands.
The girl sobbed and sobbed, and Dorian’s
hand drifted toward Damaris’s hilt.
Then a crack sounded. Bone snapping.
One moment, the girl was weeping. The
next, her head twisted to the side, eyes
unseeing.
Dorian whirled, a cry on his lips as Maeve
stepped into the room. “Consider it a wedding
gift, Majesty,” she said, her lips curling. “To
spare you from that decision.”
And it was the smile on her face, the
predatory gait of her steps that had his magic
lily
(lily)
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