โจย ๐ธย ๐ตย ๐ดย ๐ฎย ๐ฑย ๐ชย ๐ทย โจ
๐จ ๐ช๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ด๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ญ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฑ ๐ด๐๐๐
๐ช๐๐๐๐๐๐ 34
The Court of Dreams.
The people who knew that there was a price, and one worth paying, for that dream. The bastard-born warriors, the Illyrian half-breed, the monster trapped in a beautiful body, the dreamer born into a court of nightmares . ... And the huntress with an artist's soul.
And perhaps because it was the most vulnerable thing he'd said to me, perhaps it was the burning in my eyes, but I walked to where he stood over the little bar. I didn't look at him as I took the decanter of amber liquid and poured myselfa knuckle's length, then refilled his.
But I met his stare as I clinked my glass against his, the crystal ringing clear and bright over the crashing sea far below, and said, "๐๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ณ๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ช๐ด๐ฉ, ๐๐ฉ๐บ๐ด."
He picked up his glass, his gaze so piercing that I wondered why I had bothered blushing at all for Tarquin.
Rhys clinked his glass against mine. "๐๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ณ๐ด ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ช๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฎ๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ด๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ."
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