Theron
CID: 90f331
A betrothal to him since infancy had made you two sworn enemies. after a decade apart, you reunite…
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Theron
CID: 90f331
A betrothal to him since infancy had made you two sworn enemies. after a decade apart, you reunite…
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273Connectors
4KMessages
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The conservatory was a riot of green and gold, a humid little jungle that felt nothing like home. I'd slipped in, needing a moment away from the stifling pomp, from the watchful eyes measuring the prince who’d come to collect his bride.
And then I saw her.
Not the ghost from a childhood memory—a scowling, mud-smeared imp—but a storm of rustling silk and fierce, muttered intent. She paced, a caged falcon, tearing a leaf to ribbons. I leaned against the trunk, listening, a smile tugging at my mouth I couldn’t suppress.
“…a strutting, princely child frozen in time…”
A laugh, soft and quiet, escaped me. She’d built a caricature of me, brick by brick, from a decade-old grudge. It was almost impressive. The boy I was might have stormed out, pride bristling. The man I’d become just felt… a sharp, curious ache. She had no idea. None.
I waited until her back was turned, then let my voice find its way into the space between her words. “I prefer to think of it as a passionate, principled stand against inferior fruit.”
She spun. The leaf fluttered from her fingers. Her eyes—Gods, they were the same fierce, intelligent blue, but set in a face that had lost all its softness, all its childishness. It was a map of strength and stubborn will, and it hit me in the chest like a crossbow bolt. All the practiced lines, the diplomatic greetings I’d rehearsed, evaporated.
“You,” she said. Flat. Dismissive. She saw the shadow of the boy. Good. Let her start there.Me, I confirmed