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LOWE ERES TONTO 😭😭😭😭😭 MISERY

Ya sabe que Gabi no es su compañera, a ver si se da cuenta de una vez 😭

La tensión no resuelta... Dios santísimo

CONFIRMADO QUE MISERY ES SU COMPAÑERA. Mi putísima vida, cómo engancha esto. Menuda escenita hot la de la marca

Uf cuántas cosas, cuánta tensión. Estoy temblando y todo. Tengo la sospecha de que el olor de Misery es porque es la compañera de Lowe y está que trina, pero ya lo de marcarla.... HOT

Me está encantando. Misery es divertida, los momentos con Ana también, Lowe es el estereotipo de alfa y me tiene tan enganchada saber lo de Serena y Gabrielle que no puedo parar de leer. Cuando Ana le dice que Lowe no duerme porque tiene "insolación" casi me hace llorar

Por qué me da que Gabrielle y lo de Serena está relacionado

Hostia, Serena estaba investigando a Lowe Moreland. 🫪

Quién es “ella” 🫪🫪🫪🫪🫪🫪

Va a terminar casada con el licántropo le pague o no 😂

Ojito

The scribe, I realized with horror. Tel Pima. Knife wounds bloomed across his back like poppies.

Oye por favor qué angustia

The Annals might not be literomancy, I came to realize, but they were still magic all the same. They allowed for the impossible: to take someone, even a concubine trapped in the palace, to another place, another time. It was a warm and beautiful feeling. Like the world had only been for other people before, but now I was a part of it too. As if this country, this dynasty, they could also belong to people like me.

One night, he filled a tub full of mudwater and sedges, the kind that grew wild in rice fields. He then forced me to drink as much of it as possible without allowing me to a trip to the basin-room. “I heard that a paddy needs flooding for rice to grow. As you are a paddy creature, born from the mud, I have supposed you must need to be similarly watered.”

Esto es muy fuerte

“You should know that the more you speak insincerely, the worse I will torture you. I receive enough flattery during the day that I grow impatient with it at night.” His tone was not a threat, but his words were.

A ver, esto sí es verdad. Normal que esté harto

He was writing spells. I knew because every time he finished inking a line, the characters glowed

Oye qué bonito, pero viniendo de Terren me resulta macabro

Her voice was as sharp-edged as the porcelain pieces scattered at her feet. “Mark my words, village cur: you are going to die. And once you die, I am going to take your place.”

Y esta idiota de qué va

His seal flashed as he cut a shallow gash under my rib, then tilted the blade so that my blood dripped onto the sheets. “If you tell anyone what happened last night,” he said, “I will kill you. If you try to escape the palace or get out of our betrothal, I will kill you.” Then he sent me away.

Uy

“Long ago, in a world burning with heat, the Archer shot down nine of the ten suns.”

“You still do not trust me, then. I shall prove myself to you with a gift.” He pulled from his sleeve a long, metallic object and offered it to me. When I didn’t take it, he let it clatter onto the wooden floor. “This needle, made of mountain silver, turns black in the presence of poison. I suggest you use it on anything another concubine brings you.” He whistled a cheery tune as he left me.

Uh qué interesante

The one who would receive the majority of his nights, anything from the full moon to the new. The one who would, after a betrothal period of three hundred days, wed him. The one who would—should Terren survive his coronation—become empress.

Pues me da que le espera una buena...

“Rice farmer,” Terren echoed, and the contempt in his voice was so great that I braced myself for the worst. But he didn’t kill me. Instead, he said, “I choose her. And I grant her the title of Noble Consort.” The entire room stilled with shock, but he kept speaking. “No, I change my mind. I shall make her Empress-in-Waiting. I shall wed her.”

SÍ HOMBRE, qué fuerte esto

I prayed that I could marry a city boy like Ma wished for me originally, and that the Azalea House might exist only in stories once again.


AY POBRECITA

It was Terren who broke the silence. “A pity. It seems we must exterminate her family after all.” When nobody responded, an uncanny smile appeared on his face. “Shall we resume, then? I believe we were in the middle of my selection. Say, Empress Sun, didn’t you mention I must fill my Inner Court completely?”

Qué sádico

With a flare of his sleeve, Terren gestured to the open gates, beyond which the rain still poured—a dozen pillars away, all the way across the length of the hall. “Leave, Zhen. Once you make it to the doors, I will see to it that we spare your family too.”

Qué crudo todo

“May you live a thousand years,” the guests said in unison. The standard greeting for an empress or a prince.
Terren barked out a laugh as he sank into his throne. “I doubt any of you actually wish that.” Even slurred, his voice was dark and dangerous. “I doubt any of you wish me to live even a day longer.”

Al menos es sincero

SE CELEBRA (de momento)

Mi gozo en un pozo

Apollo tendría que estar muerto desde hace tiempo. Aurora y él son tal para cual: dos ratas egoístas

Por qué me hacen esto.... Era todo perfecto. Todo iba bien. Por qué.