“Crown me yours, Elara. Because I am, and I will never again not be.”
My fingers rise to the circlet. The metal hums as I lift it free, almost as if it knows. It leaves a phantom weight behind, a ghost of pressure, as I step forward, rise onto my toes, and settle the crown onto his dark curls.
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What’s going on now? 😭😩
— Sep 30, 2026 07:21AM
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