❛THEY WOULD TELL YOU OF A KING WHO STOLE ME HELPLESS FROM MY SUNSHINE GARDEN.❜
They won't tell you about the woman who came to him sublime, lily eyes and lily lips. A king does not ask permission from his prize, but she, oh she, she knelt, kissing m...
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I want to run my fingers through his pelt matted with mud and with blood I do not want smooth marble castles I want mortar eaten away by nature I want the smell of wet moss and wood rot I want the leaves and bugs in his fur I want the deer he catches between his teeth the men he breaks beneath his claws I want kingdoms to tremble when they hear my name entwined with his I want my marriage to be a war cry
I do not want to teach him how to be a prince I want him to teach me how to be a monster.
