#sas crown

[sasinfra123]

SAS Crown luxury is a notch higher. This G+57 floors sky high structure, with 82% open to sky space, is spread across 4.5 acres of pristine green surroundings with homes in 3 different sizes. Our Sky Villas are one per floor for utmost privacy and are cut out in an exclusive tower to offer 360 degree view from every one of them. Gargantuan window frames that evoke a façade feel, what with the window heights doubled to be at 12 feet offering uninterrupted views is a trend setting feature.

Designed by internationally acclaimed AEDAS architect from Singapore, it generates many first for the city itself like Imported Italian marble flooring, that is offered nowhere in Hyderabad.

[redcrowncafe]

A comic about the importance of having our boundaries respected.

Read the hashtags before reading the comic so you can know what kind of topic to expect!

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[youngroyalsforever]

So the scenes of Erik at Hillerska don't make sense to me anymore.

Before S3, he was perceived by a half of the fandom as a Protective Older Brother, and for a good reason. Erik really tried to help Wilhelm, even though he himself didn't have the right answers for the questions Wilhelm was asking.

Back to S1E1. Why did Erik look so happy? Didn't he realize that his little brother was about to go through Forest Ridge initiation? Did he know that Forest Ridge boys excluded SA from the ritual? Or did he consider that experience necessary for Wille? Or was he sure that the students wouldn't do to Wille the same thing Erik did to them? If so, why? August was SAed, and he was a member of the royal family. Why didn't this perspective bother Erik at all?

Considering that it all would be extremely easy to resolve with one short scene, why didn't the creators do it? Erik could simply find a moment to have one-on-one talk with August to tell him "Don't do anything to Wille" or some version of this phrase. It would have let the audience know that something dark was happening in Hillerska and then The Erik Revelation wouldn't come as a complete shock.

Foreshadowing is an essential part of good storytelling. Things just can't come out of nowhere. Was it simply a case of bad writing? Or The Erik Revelation wasn't invented until S2 was shot, that's why there are no clues for it?

[cheswirls]

rambling here so i do not forget

warring nations have feeble peace treaty cinched with marriage except sabo's sister the bride-to-be to the crown prince dies on their journey to the kingdom, leaving sabo as the only accessible heir and therefore the eventual replacement

meanwhile ace's father's health takes a turn for the worse and he ends up being crowned king just before the arrival of his arranged spouse. he's juggling a million and one tasks he had not quite been prepared to be in charge of at this point in his life and to top it off, the person sent to marry him ends up being a man.

sabo is also in over his head because he'd been traveling as escort really but now he's forced to take the place of his late sister and stay permanently, and also the crown prince she'd been supposed to marry is now the acting king so it's all a giant mess.

arrives at the palace and leaves the carriage when his sister's arrival is announced, then has to explain to the waiting party that no he's not the same person but he can explain and no it isn't a trick or going back on the treaty, so since his traveling party has an audience with the crown why don't they all just go over so he'll only have to explain this once?

ace isn't happy but he's too stressed to see this fall through so he allows sabo to stay. makes a remark about everything for the wedding being thrown out the window so they postpone it for now. lets sabo stay in his chambers for the night bc only a certain amount of rooms had been prepped in advance and obviously none had been for his fiancee.

tentative never met to suddenly married and living in close quarters (shared room etc) relationship.

[shes-some-other-where]

June of Doom Day 6

“We’re out of time.” | Collapse

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Contains: magic/fantasy whump, restraints, psychological whump, taunting, magic side effects (exhaustion, nosebleed), death wish, verbal threat toward a loved one (not present) vaguely alluding to noncon/SA

WC: 940

Deadness where there had before been life

The door to the seer’s room burst open.

“You’re going to find someone for me.” It was the prince, of course. He slammed the door behind him. “And I’m not feeling especially patient this morning, so you’d better make it quick. I’m not in the mood to have my time wasted.”

The seer rose warily from the pitiful palette they expected him to believe was a bed, watching the prince stride toward him. His foe certainly seemed different: angrier than usual, agitated. What, precisely, was the hurry? He acted like he was running out of time for . . . something. But why?

It seemed . . . wrong. Ominous.

“The northerner you saw before.” The prince flung a gold chain at the seer, forcing him to fumble to catch it. “He severed the magic on this. Find him for me. Now.”

Severed the magic . . .

The seer stared down at the bracelet which had, until recently, adorned his sister’s wrist. So, its curse had been broken.

The northerner you saw before . . .

A cursebreaker?

Frowning, the seer dared a curious glance between the broken bracelet and the prince’s face.

“I’m waiting.”

Hot, pulsing anger, tinged with apprehension, flooded through the seer. His visions had been unreliable of late, and more taxing, and they were only getting worse. Five years of practice should have honed his skills. Instead, the passage of time—and all the anguish it had wrought—seemed now to be taking its toll.

Even so, the seer knew he was powerless to refuse. No matter how much he wanted to fling the useless bracelet into the prince’s face. No matter how much he wanted to demand news of his sister. To know if there had been retribution for this broken curse. If that retribution had fallen disproportionately on her.

He closed his eyes, fingers clutched around the frail gold chain. The other hand, the one missing two digits, unconsciously curled into a tight, malformed fist.

He hated his gift still. After all this time, the dizzying foray into the lives of others, the sickening voyeurism into their memories, their dreams, their most private moments . . .

It tore at his soul.

No matter how many times he put himself through it, he remained convinced that constantly splitting himself into a million shapeless fragments and then stitching himself back together piece by piece would bring about his end.

The vision rushed over him, indistinct and watery at first, then growing clearer. A party. A ball. There’s to be a festival, she’d said during her weekly visit. He recalled, as if from another lifetime, the extravagance and frivolity of the vernal equinox, and the celebration that came with it. But his sister was there—dressed in brilliant, sanguine red. Why? What was this? A dream of hers, or a memory?

Shouldn’t be here.

Wracked with guilt, he flinched, sweat beading on his brow.

Find him. Not her. Him. The one who severed the magic.

There—there. A man approaching, tanned, smiling uncertainly. An awkward, loping gait, a nervous bow. Who? Why? The man. That man. Familiar. Older. Here. Dancing, stumbling, laughing.

The seer’s corporeal body twitched uncomfortably. His sister, she laughed, too. Quietly, gently, but earnestly. Lips brushed against fingers held aloft. Balcony. Stars. Flowers. Alarm. Fear. A kiss. A kiss? The seer balked, but he couldn’t escape, not while lost in the thrall of his vision. He watched, his heart bleeding, as his sister fled with tears in her eyes and the stranger gaped down at a broken piece of metal in his palm.

Find him.

Find him.

Pain surged through him, digging into his body with white-hot spikes, as he forced the vision to shift. Find. Follow. Raised voices and worry. A bitter, metallic taste at the back of his throat. I have to find her. Find her. Find him. The words mingled, nauseating, too loud. Pain in his skull, poison on his tongue. Find her.

A lonesome sunrise. A gold charm. Deadness where there had before been life. Find her. A setting sun, blood-red. A wrought-iron gate, barred. Find him.

“I’m going to find her!”

The seer’s eyes flew open, the vision fading. It felt like dying, like inconsolable loss, like bleeding out with nothing to staunch the flow of blood.

His legs gave out beneath him.

“He’s not far,” he rasped. “He’s looking for a way in. Looking for . . .”

I have to find her.

“Tonight,” he said. “He’ll be outside. South gate. Sunset.”

The prince’s face was pitiless as he stared down at the shaking form on the floor, then wrested the gold bracelet from his grasp. “You’re certain?”

The seer nodded, still trying to catch his breath. A hot trickle down his face told him his nose was bleeding. 

“You grow more pathetic by the day,” the prince said. “The day your usefulness runs out, you know I’ll have you killed, right?”

The seer knew.

If only that day would come a little more swiftly.

“Still,” said the prince, “you’ve turned out to be more valuable than your worthless whore of a sister.”

The seer lurched forward, but the chain on his ankle snapped taut. He opened his mouth to hurl obscenities instead.

His voice was gone.

“Then again, I knew that from the start,” said the prince. “That cursebreaker better be in my possession by tonight, or I’ll give your sister to someone who will find a use for her.”

No voice, no strength, no weapon, no way to launch an attack.

The seer spat at the prince’s feet.

The prince scoffed as he opened the door and made to leave, pausing only to say one thing more before he vanished.

“Oh. That’s right. I already did.”

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[crnlflwrs]

MOUTHWASHING x LINGUA IGNOTA

brain-diseased about this game, I was reminded of Lingua Ignota's heartbreaking lyrics from her song FRAGRANT IS MY MANY FLOWER'D CROWN...

What will you say of the bond we had, tender comrade? For I have learned all men are brothers - and brothers only love each other Brothers in arms - brothers in each other's arms [...] Fragrant is my many flower'd crown

I am not one to make fanart often, but since I made the connection it became clear to me that i have to bring this into the world one way or another. Hasty, pathos-fueled scribbles it is.

Anya lives on. Her hurt is real and lives on. Her abusers and people complacent to her abuse are real and live on. The anger lives on. Anya's joy is important and lives on. Your joy is important. We live on. I hope this soothes you.

For anyone new to Lingua Ignota and curious to experience her work, fair warning for heavy themes such as abuse, assault, religious trauma, extreme violence... etc.

Don't expect regular posts like this i'm not a fanart blog

[cosmicheartz]

psst any cotl fans wanna hear my hc that i think most civilization outside of the lands of the old faith is relatively advanced ( think like 1910s-1920s during postgame and during the events of the game mid/late 1800s to early 1900s )

[lolotheparagon]

Yknow, dating sims sure do make up the wildest shit to justify you dating standard anime guys. Hey, do you want to date actual historical figures (Napoleon, Vincent Van Gogh) but as vampires? How about you get isekaied into the middle of a fantasy civil war with the warring armies representing different Alice in Wonderland characters and Wonderland is actually a generic fantasy kingdom and btw you are the reincarnation of Alice for some reason, oh hey you want to date these mafia guys in 1920s Italy but Mussolini is not mentioned (almost as if what’s the fucking point setting this game in Italy) Or what if you want to date modern Japanese cops? BUT DONT WORRY ALL COPS ARENT BAHHHD. Do you also want to discuss the inherent corruption in the police for- Hey, you wanna play as a time-travelling reporter who finds a wholesome found family with her studio-mandated male harem? Sure, but after we spend two hours failing to tackle drug trafficking and illegal immigration and using trauma for shock value. What about a game where you play a woman who suffered amnesia and is trying to piece back the fragments of her past with her chosen boyfriend and you have to rekindle your relationship with him? Nah, lets leave all her characterisation to a pixie flying in her head and make her harem consist of an abuser, a serial rapist, her math tutor and a terrorist. Theres one where you play as a librarian who got kidnapped and sent to the palace and is forced to sign a royal contract where you have to MONITOR 1 OUT OF 12 PRINCES to see which one should be the king cos the brothers are split into two parties on which one should be king and only the woman can choose cos apparently the contract need some pure hearted woman to be an unbiased party?? WHATT. There's a game where you play as a literal living doll with poisonous skin who's the clone of someone's long dead daughter being abducted by a fancy thief and now lives in steampunk London to start a new life BUT OOOHHH IT TURNS OUT YOU HAVE A SECRET LITTLE BROTHER WHO REVEALS YOU WERE THE 666TH CLONE EVER EXISTED AND IT TURNS OUT YOUR CREATOR DAD HATED YOU WOOOOOO SCARY!!! QUEEN VICTORIA IS THERE AND ALSO A TERRORIST WHO WANTS TO NUKE GREAT BRITAIN WITH THE MC'S POWERS AND A MAGIC TREE. (well at least they were accurate in Britain's vampiric levels of colonisation) OH AND APPARENTLY THE SOURCE OF YOUR POWERS COMES FROM A HEART SHAPED PHILOSOPHER'S STONE EMBEDDED IN YOUR CLEAVAGE.

BUT WAIT THERE'S STILL MORE

There's another game where you play as the female reincarnation of Cupid (So Aphrodite, then?) and you are sent to Earth to be a matchmaker and you would think someone whos a literal love goddess would be very worldly, snarky and doesnt fall for any traps men pull in dating BUT NOPE SHES JUST AS DAINTY AND NAIVE AS EVERY OTHER VISUAL NOVEL PROTAGONIST. WHAT ABOUT A GAME WHERE YOU PLAY AS A WOMAN WHO JUST TURNED 18 AND BECAUSE SHE IS THE LAST OF HER "WHITE" CLAN SHE HAS TO GET A HUSBAND AND EVERY TIME SHE DATES A PERSON FROM A DIFFERENT COLOURED CLAN HER HAIR GETS DIFFERENT HIGHLIGHTS AND ALSO THERES A RIGID CASTE SYSTEM IN THE WORLD BASED ON THE COLOUR OF YOUR CLAN AND THERE IS DISCRIMINATION AND PREJUDICES AGAINST THE CONSIDERED LOWER COLOURS, SO MUCH SO IF A HIGHER COLOUR CLAN PERSON DATES A LOWER COLOUR CLAN PERSON, THEY GET BANISHED INTO THE UNDERWORLD. COS THATS WHAT DATING SIMS NEED! CLASSISM, RACISM AND EUGENICS! THE WHOLE FUCKING NINE YARDS.

AND FINALLY IF THAT DOESNT SELL YOU, WHAT ABOUT:

A GAME WHERE YOU PLAY AS A DAUGHTER OF A PRIEST WHO HAS THE BLOOD OF EVE (my god XD) THAT MAKES HER IRRESISTABLE TO VAMPIRES AND SHE BECOMES A SEX SLAVE/CHEW TOY FOR EVERY ROMANCEABLE CHARACTER IN THE STORY. AND YET WE'RE SUPPOSED TO SYMPATHISE WITH THE RAPIST VAMPIRES BECAUSE THEY HAVE MOMMY ISSUES....THIS GAME BECAME A MULTIMEDIA FRANCHISE

...Whatever happened to games where we just date decent people?

[aurorawest]

Reading update

A Psalm for the Wild-Built by Becky Chambers - 3.75/5 stars

I hate myself a little bit for using this word to describe this book, but it's a meditation on modern (western) culture, the drumbeat of living a purposeful life, and, imo, the millennial condition.

It also, separately from that, made me think of the song 'New Constellations' by Ryn Weaver: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=13EX7qGdUGI

The Secret Lives of Country Gentlemen by KJ Charles - 5/5 stars

This book features Gareth Inglis, a member of the gentry whose father shipped him off to his uncle when his mother died. Gareth never saw or heard from his father (who remarried and had another child) again, and no one knew he existed because his father was a piece of human garbage. Which meant I couldn't stop thinking about my former father-in-law, who had two sons from his first marriage whom he, as far as I could tell, never had any contact with after remarrying and having another child. Life imitates art?

Anyway, it's KJ Charles, so you pretty much can't go wrong. I saw someone refer to this as enemies-to-lovers and realized my toxic trait is railing against people who want to apply enemies-to-lovers to everything. Spoiler alert, this is not enemies-to-lovers. But it is lovely, and includes Gareth and Joss Doomsday (a smuggler) bonding over beetles.

The Adventures of Amina al-Sirafi by SA Chakraborty - 4.5/5 stars

It was no Daevabad Trilogy, but then again, I remember finishing City of Brass and being like, yeah, it was fine, I'll probably pick up the sequel at some point. It wasn't until Kingdom of Copper that I grew to really love the series, so I'm hoping the same happens with this. This book was a lot of fun, and the fact that all the characters were middle-aged was pretty delightful. I'm definitely excited to see where this series goes.

The Long Run by James Acker - 5/5 stars

Excellent YA book about two lonely jocks in New Jersey.

Feel the Fire by Annabeth Albert - 3.75/5 stars

His Accidental Cowboy by AM Arthur - 4/5 stars

Brida by Paul Coelho - 1/5 stars

One of the reviews for this book on Storygraph says it 'aged like milk' and I can't put it better than that. This is a soul mate AU where souls undergo cell division, essentially, and your soul mate is from your same base soul from before the soul split in half. Okay, great. Oh but wait, the soul always divides into male and female. And your soul mate is always someone of the opposite sex, even though that doesn't make sense because as souls divide again and again, that means there are a lot of people out there who came from the same original soul as you. Also, witchcraft? Also also, even though the book is called Brida and is ostensibly about the title character, her whole journey was really just to serve the unnamed male character, the Magus. This isn't implicit either, it's completely explicit. At the end it's like, 'sometimes young women come along to show men the way' (I'm paraphrasing but...not much).

This went straight to my give away pile, and I hated it so much that the rest of my Coelho books joined it (except The Alchemist).

Enlightened by Joanna Chambers - 5/5 stars

Or, For The Love Of God Please Give David Lauriston And Murdo Balfour A Break, And Preferably A Happy Ending.

They got one, btw.

Song of Silver, Flame Like Night by Amélie Wen Zhao - DNF

Honestly, the Mad Libs YA title should have warned me off of this one, but I always give my Illumicrate books a try. Cartoonish villains and protagonists I find myself liking less the more we get to know them. The prose is quite good but not enough to make up for the character deficiencies.

Solomon's Crown by Natasha Siegel - 5/5 stars

Blurbed by no less than Tamora Pierce (Song of the Lioness supremacy!), Rainbow Rowell, Freya Marske, and CS Pacat. Did I go into this book with insanely high expectations? Yes. Did it mostly meet them? Yes! If you're a Captive Prince fan, this one's for you.

Siegel tells us up front, before the book even starts, that it's a romance and not historically accurate. So don't go into this expecting a historically accurate love story between King Richard of England and King Philip of France. It is, however, a gorgeous romance. The world-building is top notch. Even if it's not totally accurate to the High Middle Ages, it feels accurate, if that makes sense? Siegel really captures the feeling of being in a different world. Lush writing, amazing sexual/romantic tension, lovely sad boys. Highly, highly recommend.

Daniel Cabot Puts Down Roots by Cat Sebastian - 4.75/5 stars

I docked .25 stars because it bugged me that they didn't move in together at the end. Idk, just felt too 'look, I'm subverting romance conventions!' Still good, obviously.

Like Real People Do by EL Massey - 4/5 stars

A very wholesome and low stakes hockey romance. I found myself often thinking that the interactions of the men on the hockey teams seemed unrealistic, but it was charming and sweet enough that I didn't care.

The book reads like fanfiction, which is because it was fanfiction—but it's in a mostly good way, not a bad way (*cough* All The Way Happy *cough*). Apparently the original version was Check, Please! fanfiction, which I am vaguely familiar with as a thing that exists. Apparently it's a web comic? Anyway, I enjoyed the book enough to pick up the sequel.

[cagemasterfantasy]

Snom the Worm pokemon a bug and ice type

1ft

8.4lbs

Ability: Shield Dust Hidden Ability: Ice Scales

Egg Group: Bug

Highest Base Stat: Special Attack:45

Lowest Base Stat: Speed:20

Base Stat Total: 185

It spits out thread imbued with a frigid sort of energy and uses it to tie its body to branches, disguising itself as an icicle while it sleeps. It eats snow that piles up on the ground. The more snow it eats, the bigger and more impressive the spikes on its back grow.

Level up with High Friendship at Nightime (8pm-4am) to get Frosmoth the Frost Moth pokemon a bug and ice type

4ft 3inc

92.6lbs

Ability: Shield Dust Hidden Ability: Ice Scales

Egg Group: Bug

Highest Base Stat: Special Attack:125

Lowest Base Stat: Defense:60

Base Stat Total: 475

Icy scales fall from its wings like snow as it flies over fields and mountains. The temperature of its wings is less than −290 degrees Fahrenheit. It shows no mercy to any who desecrate fields and mountains. It will fly around on its icy wings, causing a blizzard to chase offenders away.

Snom and Frosmoth are the only pokemon with the ability Ice Scales (The Pokemon is protected by ice scales, which halve the damage taken from special moves)

[darkfictionjude]

How messed up would it be for the Family to find out that the asylum made MC's Episodes worse.

(You don't have to answer this part if you dont want to)

Or when MC cameback from the asylum they weren't alone as in they where 8 months pregnant.

Their's is some sick people out there that have taken advantage of mental patients while their drugged i remember one case that really made me mad and it appeared on the news.

Tw: SA

Pregnancy as a result of abuse would only happen with an mc that has a female reproductive system of course. (Funny I’ve had in mind to do a pregnancy game with my own spin on it but I also don’t like gender locked games).

But in case of a unspecified abuse that made them worse?:

Like I’ve said many times the only reason the parents would care would be because they wasted money and now they have to deal with an even worse mc not because of mc. They literally do not love them. No amount of pain will change that. Orla doesn’t give a fuck.

Of course Sally would be devastated. Percy would feel bad but wouldn’t really know what to say to that.

[saspitite]

got (the first part of) a root canal done yesterday. theres a temp filling in there and it tastes like the floor of a doctors office

[atopvisenyashill]

this thought is not fully formed but i had the idea that since Maekar is drawn like Maegor, what if he actually kinned Rhaena the Lesbian

[homo-nouveau]

aegon is literally like a creature hiding under your bed, a nightmare you can't shake, he's crouched in the corner of your room with void like eyes and some of you desperately feel the need to justify his horrors when he is his horrors he's made up of them and he's a fascinating character for it

[thecatalogueofroyalfashion]

Crown Princess Mette-Marit || coat by Sa Su Phi

[shes-some-other-where]

June of Doom Day 8, Day 26, alt prompt

“Don’t lie to me.” | Rage | Choke | “Don’t make me say it again.” | “This is your last chance.” | Drowning

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Contains: lady whump, slapping, choking, death wish, suicidal ideation, verbal threat alluding to noncon/SA

WC: 860

Yes, Your Highness

The soldiers threw her at the prince’s feet.

“What’s going on here?” His voice was callous, cold. Swallowing, knowing she would find no mercy here, the maidservant sat up but remained on her knees. She did not dare to stand. Or to speak.

“The little pup’s finally learned to bite,” the soldier said. When she glanced up, he pointed to his reddened, lacerated face. “She was planning to run.”

It was ludicrous, the suggestion that she would try to flee without her brother. The prince knew that, too, yet he still made a spectacle of accepting the broken bracelet and inspecting it as if he couldn’t immediately tell its magic was gone or that it was not the one that stopped her from running away.

“Tell me.” His unfeeling, frigid splinter of a voice made her shiver. “How did this happen?”

“I don’t know,” she said, choosing half-truth. How had the food taster severed the prince’s magic and ended up with the charm in his hand? It made little sense, yet she was certain it was he who’d done it. As for why and how…

Of that, she understood nothing.

His jaw tightened. “Don’t you dare lie to me. How was this damaged?”

“I don’t know.”

“Do I look like a fool to you? You do know. Do not make me ask you again.”

She shook her head.

He did exactly as she expected, driving in the jagged blade he knew would make her crumble. “This is your last chance to tell the truth before I invite your brother into this conversation. If I do, it will become decidedly less friendly—and I will become decidedly less patient. Who broke this?”

Tears slid down her cheeks. “I did.”

His rage exploded then—an eruption of fury and physical strength, a hand across her cheek, a roar of frustration that sent her reeling. “How stupid do you think I am? Who broke the curse on this?”

Choking back her sobs, she said, “Please—he’s just—he’s just no one—a farm boy—a peasant—a food taster—he didn’t even mean to, I don’t think—”

She realized then what she’d done: already capitulated.

He hadn’t even needed to involve her brother.

The prince stilled. “Ah. So that’s his little talent, is it?” When she didn’t answer, he commanded, “You will tell me exactly what happened. Now.”

Pleadingly, she stammered, “But…but why? What do you want with him? What are you going to do?”

His wrath returned, thoroughly unabated. With a snarl, he wrenched her upwards, one hand tangled in her hair. Her bones seemed to crack and crunch when he flung her against the wall, eliciting a shriek of pain, but her voice died as his fingers snaked around her throat.

“One little broken trinket,” he breathed, “and you’ve gotten it into your head that you get to question me. Disobey me. Have you forgotten? I own you. You do as I say, and you do not hesitate. It’s Yes, Your Highness, and nothing else.”

Yes, Your Highness. Three words. So simple. So tempting.

She spat, “You’re just angry that a poor nobody from the north outsmarted your magic without realizing it. Without even trying.”

The fingers around her throat squeezed, and she tried to scream. To cough, to kick, to do anything, but all she could feel was swelling panic and the burning, drowning, ballooning terror of can’t breathe—can’t breathe—can’t breathe—

The squeezing ceased.

She dropped, nearly senseless, when he let go. Towering over her, he waited with his arms crossed as she sputtered and sobbed and wheezed.

“All you know,” he said simply, watching her struggle to regain her breath.

She told him.

In a voice weak and rasping, she spilled the food taster’s secrets.

She could only assume that she sent him to his doom—and condemned herself to her own.

“Good girl,” he said when she’d finished, and she pressed a shaking hand to her lips, nauseous with shame.

She should have drowned herself in the pond or pricked her finger with those poisonous blooms when she had the chance. Why had she allowed her resolve to falter?

Even after all these years, she was still the same old coward she’d always been.

“Still,” said the prince softly, “I think you need to be taught a lesson. A reminder of your place. Don’t you?”

To the floor, she whispered, “Yes, Your Highness.”

Crouching next to her, he tutted, then slid a finger beneath her chin, grazing her smarting skin that would be bruised with handprints within the hour. Heaving an impatient sigh, he tilted her face upwards until she looked him in the eye. “Louder.”

“Yes, Your Highness,” she choked.

He smiled. Pulled his hand away. Stood.

Turned to the soldiers.

“I have more important things to attend to,” he said smoothly, “so I’ll entrust this punishment to you.”

As if jolted awake by the crash of thunder, the maidservant leapt up, a sudden and deafening refrain of run, run, run ringing in her ears.

Eager, iron-strong hands held her fast.

“Do whatever you want with her. She’s all yours.”

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