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I know! I was talking about revealing backstory 😂
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I'll give you substance! I will go deeper
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Aww he's not annoying, he's just doing his own thing! 😂 Such a rebel. Nobody was even mean to Ember 😏
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By early afternoon, Ember’s entire body hurt in ways he had not known were possible. His thighs were sore from the saddle. His lower back ached from trying to hold himself properly. The muscles around the base of his wings felt tight and irritated beneath the fitted leather of his travel gear, and every time Solace picked her way over uneven ground, Ember swore he could feel each individual bone in his body register a complaint. And still, somehow, none of that was the worst part.
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Ember had been awake long before the sun. By the time the first gray hint of dawn touched the high windows of his chambers, he was already dressed and pacing. He wore white because it had been laid out for him and because Desmond still, after all these years, chose soft colors for him as if brightness might somehow keep the dark away. The fitted clothes sat neatly against his slender frame, though his golden wings were left uncovered and restless at his back, shifting every few steps w
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By the time they reached the great hall, the whole castle was awake. Servants hurried past with basins of hot water and clean linens. Guards barked at each other in the corridors. Somewhere farther down the western wing, someone was crying openly and not even trying to hide it. The alarm bells had stopped only moments ago, but the sound of them still seemed to live in Ember’s bones, echoing through the stone. He was breathing too fast. The tavern still clung to him. Lantern smoke.
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So their bond is incomplete... My thinking is that this changes how the Bondbreaker interacts with it. It could still hit them, just maybe not in the same catastrophic way as a fully joined pair.
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I guess that's true. They could still be at risk. Buuut, they don't have the ultimate fae bond yet, because no sex or any real closeness has been initiated. Damn you for picking through everything!
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I wrote him this way why am I so surprised by this concensus 😂
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I'll try not to go too off the rails.... You are correct!
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I might be incapable of smart characters. They're always fucking up. Now, I shall confidently continue! Stubbornly, I mean 😏
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I perfer stubborn 😂
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The stable felt too small after Trillion left. For a few moments, no one moved. They only stood there in the wake of him, listening as he and Severin crossed the yard outside. A second later came the unmistakable crack of practice swords from the training grounds beyond the stable wall. Wood struck wood in quick, vicious bursts, each hit hard enough to make Ava flinch. Sabrina muttered something rude under her breath and stepped in beside Ember without hesitation. She threw an arm arou
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I'm in the future!
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Don't you just hate that 😂 and it's now tommorow.
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Yay! Should be up tomorrow!
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Take your time 💜💜
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I'd say so. Rory and Kieran had their own story as teenagers, this is their kids' story. Go back and it'll be a longer story lol, Just saying
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But did you read the first one 👀 I guess this is my take on fantasy, like a Harry Potter/Lord of the Rings mash-up lol!
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Oh thank you for the next chapter idea 😉
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Prince Trillion hated mornings in the royal wing. Not because they came early. He’d been dragged out of bed before sunrise often enough by Kieran’s training masters that his body usually woke before the bells anyway. No, what he hated was what mornings meant here: servants whispering beyond his doors, polished trays of untouched breakfast, pressed clothes laid out without being asked, and the stale, suffocating reminder that everyone in this castle expected something from him the moment he
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This shouldn’t be happening again. Kieran had thought that more than once over the last six months, but never with quite this much bitterness. The battlefield stretched below the eastern ridges of the fae realm, a scar of churned mud and broken stone beneath a bruised gray sky. Once, this valley had been a quiet approach to the outer forests leading toward the fae capital, all silver-leafed trees and untouched hills. Now it was torn open by trenches, scattered barricades, and the black
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Zereth has returned, and peace is over. Prince Trillion has spent his life defying the fate chosen for him. The kingdom expects him to accept the bond that ties him to Ember, the god-marked boy he’s meant to love—his cousin. But Trillion has never wanted a destiny he didn’t choose. Now war is rising, and a weapon is turning bonds into something deadly. They’re told to stay apart. To resist. But the closer danger draws, the harder that becomes. Because in a war built to break bonds, loving each other might destroy them—or save them.
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Yeah I feel you. I forgot Cliff and Hazel and had to go back and add them. Then I remembered I sent Sam upstairs and he's just up there... Existing... It's time. There's no more conflict. I'm just showing everyone off. Bye guys! Byeeeee!
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I'm so glad 🥰
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