“
You loved once, Marvellas." Marlowe said as clear as day, and Tauria's eyes snapped open to find the blacksmith crouched halfway down the aisle, her fingers finishing a tracing she's made in crimson on the floor. Blood. Marvellas's blood. "You don't get to tear down a realm on a broken heart.
”
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C.C. Peñaranda (A Clash of Three Courts (An Heir Comes to Rise, #4))