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Can We Fall, One More Time?
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Complete, First published Apr 17, 2019
Mature
I loved the thrill, the adventures he offered but with it is the pain, the taste of hell his love offers. 

Sometimes he is love but most of the time he is the definition of suffering in human form. 

Our beginning mirrored our ending, I should have known better, I shouldn't have fallen harder...

Cause we fall... to fall... 

Disaster... 

unimaginable pain... 

Prolonging of agony... 

Tearing of wounds... 

We had this pattern left ignored, every fall, is really fall. The deeper it is, the deeper it hurts.
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There are roles a princess can never abandon. A princess does not obey anyone but the King and Queen. A princess does not lie. A princess does not run from the crown that was stitched into her skin at birth. And yet... I did. They taught me how to bow before they ever taught me how to speak. How to smile with my mouth shut. How to bleed beautifully. Rules. Etiquette. Sacrifice. I wore them all like second skin-until the day I tore them off and disappeared. My name is Arabelle Montclair Winthorne Ravenshed. Firstborn of House Ravenshed. The Heir. The Shame. The Ghost. I've lived a dozen lives since I fled the palace. I've scrubbed counters, lied about my name, buried parts of myself so deep I almost forgot they ever existed. Until he found me. Not with a crown. Not with a sword. With eyes that looked too long. With hands that held too tight. With a voice that said I see you when I couldn't bear to be seen. Now I live in a stranger's mansion. And the walls are starting to close in.