The Caged Queen (hm_braverman)

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The Caged Queen 


Queen of the Night, they call me. Darkness claimed me long ago for his own; tricking me with the promise of ripe flesh. Juice running down my chin, the cold shackles of Hades closed around my wrists.

Half the light of day is barred to me. Half the year in darkness I wait, in the space between our worlds. He says I will come to love the night; the darkness; him. He calls me his brightest star, but a star must create its own light to shine. Love must grow willingly from within, it cannot be forced in a cage. 

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