Status Updates From El príncipe cautivo: El rey

First ~25%... Wtf nooo, these pages are a good synthesis of what the fucked fuck happened at the end of book 2. WHAT ARE THEY

NECESITO que se dejen de histeriquear

“If you knew,” said Damen, “how could you—“

“Let you fuck me?”

His own chest hurt, so that he almost didn’t notice the signs of it in Laurent, the control, the face, pale at any time, now white.

“I needed a victory at Charcy. You provided it. It was worth enduring,” Laurent spoke the terrible, lucid words, “your fumbling attentions for that.”

hands on head.

“There was a man I was supposed to meet. He’s got all these ideas about honor and fair play, and he tries to keep me from doing the wrong thing. But he’s not here right now. Unfortunately for you.”

WHACK HIM AGAIN

siento que esto va a acabar fatal y me dejará peor… allá vamos

Damen said, ‘You asked for it, once.’ The squire drew back the cloth to reveal a gold cuff. He felt rather than saw the tightness in Laurent. The cuff, unmistakably, was the twin to the one Damen wore, altered last night by a blacksmith for Laurent’s finer wrist. Damen said, ‘Wear it for me.’

My man finally got a win.

Laurent was delivering him a backhanded blow with one hand, and with the other, caressing his generals as a man scratches a dog under the chin.
Damen heard himself say, ‘Vere is generous.’
' After all,’ Laurent held his gaze, ‘I remember what you like.’

I. WANT. TO. SLAP. HIM. SO. BAD.

‘No slaves,’ said Damen. ‘Tell the Keeper. Send no one else. For the length of the campaign I will be dressed by an adjutant, or a squire.’

At least ik one thing would definitely change. No more slaves.

He made it, with his duty firm in his mind. If it hurt, it was fitting; it was simply kingship.

My heart breaks for him.

‘Congratulations,’ said Damen. ‘You’ve forced my hand. You have what you want. Delpha, in exchange for your aid in the south. Nothing given freely, nothing done out of feeling, everything coerced, with bloodless planning.’

This hurts my heart.

It hurt so much it took the breath from his throat. ‘You’re lying.’ Damen’s heart was pounding. ‘You’re lying.’ The words were too loud. ‘You thought I was leaving. You practically threw me out.’ He said it, as the realisation blossomed inside him. ‘You knew who I was. You knew who I was the night we made love.’

I'm literally with you!! HE NEEDS TO BE LYING! HE NEEDS TO BE OTHERWISE... NO HE'S LYING IDC.

•Laurent said, ‘Hello, lover.’
Omg he's such an asshole i can't with this guy


•‘You wouldn’t break an oath,’ said Damen, past the feeling in his chest. ‘Even to me.’
Ohh Damianos 😭

You have Charcy. I have Fortaine. He stared at the words, written in familiar, unmistakable handwriting. I’ll receive you at my fort.

Ughh couldn't you just say sorry or something too

‘There was a man I was supposed to meet. He’s got all these ideas about honour and fair play, and he tries to keep me from doing the wrong thing. But he’s not here right now. Unfortunately for you.’

Awww the way he talks about Damen 🥰🥰

‘Well, I’m an inconvenience to him,’ said Laurent. ‘You are too. It’s why he throws us together. At some point one of us will dispatch the other.’

The fucking Regent

He opened his eyes and met the flat-nosed stare of Govart. ‘Hello, Princess.’

Damn it!!! Damen was right he should've killed him.

There was a dark logic to it. Have your slave convince the Akielons to fight. Let your enemies do your fighting for you, the casualties taken by the people you despise, the Regent defeated or weakened, and the armies of Nikandros wiped out.

Nooo!! No he wouldn't do that! I swear I'll lose my shit if he actually does that.

He looked for a long time at the wrist cuff before he walked out onto the dais. It was bright gold, visible at some distance against the skin of his wrist.
He didn’t try to hide it. He had discarded his wrist gauntlets.