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HE GAVE ME A BISCUIT TWO WEEKS AGO AND I WILL FOREVER LOVE HIM

What a mood

Love didn’t end at the grave. Love carried you forward, through the storm and safe to the other side. Love was like the spring that brought the flowers back after a winter’s frost. Betrayal, vengeance, treachery, the lust for power, hatred...that carried on like a fire, destroying everything in its path, turning it all to ash.

Yves, do something useful and stop wearing the masks before I make sure no one spanks you for a week—”

“Monster, what is this, prison?

As good a man as everyone is so eager to tell me that I am, there is nothing I would not do to keep my family safe. Pray it does not come to that, because light can be just as dangerous in dark places, and I would hate to have to show you why.

this book was so good omg

*snorts* this is too much lol (I love them)

“…I know Adrien would like to visit whenever you feel it appropriate to welcome visitors, of course.”

All this politeness and adherence to social niceties was giving Laurent a headache. “Your Grace, I run a whorehouse. It only functions if we have visitors.”