!!! SECOND BOOK OF THE CROW AND THE CROWN SERIES !!!
!!! WATCH OUT FOR SPOILERS !!!
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Fallon Crow -now Fallon Aeden Ravia- will have to adjust to her new life. Her life in Aeden as queen and wife to Raze Aeden.
Their traumatizing past k...
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( POV: ZALE FEARSEY )
!! TW: CHILD ABUSE !!
These showers that the Aedenese have developed are truly a gift to humanity. I take the long white bathrobe and put it on, even the bathrobes feel different here.
I won't say that I love it here but I also can't say I hate it.
Things have been going okay for the moment.
Corvina appears to be happy. She's accommodating, attempting to learn new things even. I wandered by her sparring with Caen and Zillah a few hours ago.
Fallon is- Fallon is alive. She's with us. She's doing better each day. I saw her smile yesterday, it wasn't a fake one. She's happy, perhaps not constantly but yesterday she was happy.
That's the thing we all have in common. We have no particular home, no place we can truly call home but we still feel the longing for it. It's strange that we can miss something that we never had.
I always assumed that missing was the absence of something or someone. That you missed it because it completed you, that you needed it to feel whole again. But with time I realized that that isn't the case.
It's the idea of having something, it's the idea of wanting it that makes you miss it. If I never knew that others had a thing they called home I wouldn't miss it. I wouldn't know better. But the idea of a home, a set of loving parents, grandparents, they've been pushed down our throats for fucking forever.
Short stories for children, songs, even in fucking poetry.
I can't complain. I have people. People I'm willing to die for. I can't say I ever missed that.
It's just that quite frankly I'm done with this phony perfection that everyone needs to attain. A perfect family, a perfect duty, a perfect existence.
Those ideals are impossible to catch up with and shoving them down our throats will only develop mutiny.
They give us a goal. And that goal is proving these motherfuckers wrong. Proving them that perfection doesn't exist. Though by the time we recognize they were faking it all along, we're far too late. Far too fucked up to see through the facade.
As I step towards my bed, I think about my list. The list I made all those months ago back at Raven's keep. Back at the castle when Deimos came to claim what wasn't his. When he took my sister.
He's high on my list, I'd say he's my number one.
Killing him or at least breaking a few bones in his body is my goddamn purpose in life.
I'd say the scumbag we call our father would be next. Immediately after my mother. I know damn well they only agreed to have children so they could fight their battles for them.
