I would not weep if I were they -
How rude in one to sob!
Might scare the quiet fairy
Back to her native wood!
Gözyaşı dökmezdim yerlerinde olsam -
Ne kabalık hüngür hüngür ağlamak!
Sessiz periyi ürkütebilir
Ormanına geri kaçırtabilir!
Sayfa 19Kitabı okudu
As two figures took form at its head.
And walked, unhindered, toward the city walls, darkness swarming around them.
Erawan. The golden-haired young man. She’d know it if she were blind.
A dark-haired, pale-skinned woman strode at his side, robes billowing around her on a phantom
wind.
“Maeve,” Lysandra breathed.
People began screaming then.
#Spoi#
“I’m not the best at flowery language, so I’ll keep it simple.” Fuck, was my voice shaking? I hoped not. “I never believed in love. Never wanted it. I didn’t see the practical value and, to be honest, I was doing just fine without it. But then I met you. Your smile, your strength, your intelligence and compassion. Even your stubbornness and hardheadedness. You filled a part of my soul I always thought would be empty, and you healed scars I never knew existed. And I realized…it’s not that I didn’t believe in love before. It’s that I was saving it all for you.”
A half sob bled through the hand pressed to Bridget’s mouth.
I took a deep breath. “Bridget, will you marry me?”
Rhys ♡Kitabı okudu
“Do not let them cow you. You are not the girl you were. You are not just a soldier to command.”
“So why do I feel like finding a corner to sob in?”
“This is a round room. There are no corners.”
Chapter 25
You live in a haze, cool and blue, light with anger, heavy with melancholy. You live at a peace in which you are unmoving. You live as a version less than yourself. You sob often, suffocating wherever you go. You are hiding yourself. You are running, stuck in place. You are scared and heavy.
