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The Light of Me, the Dark of You
A kiss at dawn, a revolution by midnight.
I watched the image of the sun disappear in a cloud of black smoke.
He told me he wouldn’t harm them — and I believed him, no matter what crimes had been laid at his feet in ages past. Think me a foolish maiden if you like, but I truly thought he would change for me. It had happened in other lives, hadn’t it?
The king of nightmares told me he loved me. In a world where truth was sacred, I saw only affection within the dark pools of his eyes. What was there to gain in trying to steal away the sun king’s daughter? What could I offer the ruler of darkest night? All I did was dance with the moon at dusk. That was all my father had ever allowed me to do. He left everything else to the astrals who weaved in and out of the courts. I was just a small piece, barely a speck of sand in the hourglass.
But the wielder of dark dreams — he looked at me as if I mattered. When he held my hand, I felt a sense of peace, far from the tides of anxiety and nervouness that chased after me in my father’s court. When he tugged me away to the river where memories met the drifts of time, my heart raced for some reason I couldn’t bring myself to name. For the first time, I felt seen, known, cherished.
