He's the 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 knight.
She's the 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥.
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BOOK 1 | CELESTIAL FLAMES SAGA
⚜️ PLOT ⚜️
Tormented by his curse, 𝐑𝐀𝐎𝐑, a Changeling raised among the Unseelie Fairies, hunts Demons. The world he lives in, Draiganteor, is populated by al...
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ANOTHER TWO DAYS have passed. Or three? The exhaustion is increasing, not so much physical as mental. My torments are divided between the bunch of keys and Xirhel's verdict, the existence of a Prophecy written about my people, an unthought-of military agreement at Yinar... and Raor.
Our minds have cleared up, and thinking coldly, embarrassment has arisen between the two of us, so much so that we've interacted very little, and he has shut himself off from me. Does he not want to address the issue because I got upset after what Furias let slip, or does he regret it for personal reasons? The suspicion hurts me. If it has this effect on me, it means I care. And if I care... the answer is that I find it unbearable to be ignored and to receive evasive interactions.
Considering that his crises have resumed precisely in these days, it's normal to see him gloomy... but it doesn't sit well with me.
Here I sink into greater torment: I have feelings for him. Lying to oneself works only up to a point, and lying is useful if others ask the wrong questions. With myself, it is perfectly foolish to deny that I feel light when I make him laugh and have an annoying heaviness when, on the contrary, he is distant.
I wouldn't call these feelings new, and my inner monster has tried to devour them. You must become the queen, your people will love you. The only choice is to kill Raor. I realize I am changing. In the mansion, I was scarcely present, and Raor's companions only gave me suspicious looks, assuming the worst about me. It was fine with me. Now I enjoy the smiles they give me, I feel involved in Ainnir's energetic chatter, Blair's brilliant jokes, Daven's kindness, and Moyna's unbreakable calm.
