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Stolen By The Mirror, Claimed By The Prince So What Do We Do?
“So what do we do?” Thaddeus asked, though he already feared the answer.Elias turned to him, blood still leaking between his fingers, eyes sharp with resolve. “We get her home. Before it’s too late.”“Back home… like to her world?” Thaddeus asked, frowning, his thick eyebrows furrowed so deeply they practically had a conversation of their own.“Yes,” Elias said with the weight of finality pressing on his voice. “I think it’s time we pay my mother a visit.”Thaddeus straightened as though someone had shoved a broomstick up his back. “Your… your mother?”“Yes,” Elias repeated. “Prepare us for travel tomorrow.”“But what about the wedding?” Thaddeus blinked. “What about her waiting until you claim back the throne?”Elias sighed. “I cannot put her in danger anymore. She needs to leave.”He had nearly died this morning—and now, as much as it felt like self-mutilation, he was preparing to let her go.*****Lyra couldn’t sit still. She’d paced so many laps around her room that the floorboar
Stolen By The Mirror, Claimed By The Prince You Absolute, Proud, Reckless, Idiot
Both men stepped forward, boots crunching over frost-glazed grass. Each held their pistol the way a knight might carry a sword.They stopped, back to back. The sky was a fragile hue of silver-blue, the first thread of sun just beginning to stretch across the horizon.They began to count—each footstep a breath closer to fate.“One… two…”“Three… four…”“Five… six…”Thaddeus could hardly breathe. He clutched his cloak in his fists and bit down hard on a prayer. Because if Matthew aimed true, if that bullet found Elias’s chest….“Nine… ten.”The two men turned in perfect synchrony, coats billowing.Matthew raised his pistol, slow and practiced, the gesture eerily calm. There was no tremble, no last-minute hesitation. He wanted this.Elias, meanwhile, took aim—not at Matthew—but skyward.As if the stars themselves had issued him a duel and he was simply returning the favor.Thaddeus shouted, “Ready!” and promptly shut his eyes.He couldn’t watch.Matthew grinned, though the twitch in his
Stolen By The Mirror, Claimed By The Prince I Loved Lirae
Elias groaned, dragging a hand over his face. “It’s different.”“How?” Thaddeus asked.“I... I swear, I don’t have an answer to that,” Elias admitted, as the carriage rocked gently beneath them. “I loved Lirae, I did. But it didn’t come with the same passion. I saw her as a queen—a worthy partner. Beautiful, intelligent, flawless.”He ran a hand through his dark hair and stared at nothing for a moment, then let out a breath. “But with Lyra? It’s different. She doesn’t act like a queen, but she thinks like one. She doesn’t obey rules. She challenges me, uplifts me, questions me… and every time she opens that damn mouth—”“You want to shut it?” Thaddeus offered, grinning.Elias smirked. “Exactly.”“Because you don’t understand half of what she’s saying, or because your brain is flooded with all the sexually inappropriate uses for said mouth?”“Thaddeus.”“What? I’m trying to determine the emotional versus hormonal breakdown of your attraction.”“I’m shocked. And weirdly impressed,” Elia
Stolen By The Mirror, Claimed By The Prince See You Tomorrow
“I don’t know what we’re doing,” Elias said quietly. “But I want you to know… it doesn’t feel wrong. Not with you.”He kissed her again.Lyra looked up at him with a soft smile, her eyes glossed with affection. “Goodnight, Elias.”“See you tomorrow… after the duel,” he said with a grin.She lingered for a heartbeat longer, then turned and padded softly toward the door. Thaddeus was already waiting.As they walked down the quiet corridor, torches casting golden shadows on the stone walls, Thaddeus finally spoke.“You must think me harsh.”“Actually, yes. Sometimes I think you’re part butler, part prison warden.”Thaddeus let out a short, dry chuckle. “I shall take that as a compliment. I’ve been called worse things by nobility.”Lyra’s smile faltered slightly. “Why are you really like this with me?”They turned a corner, passing a tall stained-glass window.“I am not one to stand in the way of happiness, Miss Lyra. Truly. I have served Elias since he was a boy. But you must understand
Stolen By The Mirror, Claimed By The Prince You're Trying To Kill Me
They landed in a messy sprawl of limbs and tangled sheets. His mouth found her neck and she gasped.“Oh God…” she moaned, arching into him as his lips branded a trail along her collarbone.She fumbled with his buttons, tearing open the last of them.Her hands caressed the expanse of his bare chest, every inch as firm and sculpted as she'd fantasized since that absurd, embarrassing moment he’d walked in on her naked on her very first day in Terra Lucida.His abs twitched beneath her fingers, taut and hot to the touch, like he was barely holding himself back. Elias let out a shuddering breath as his lips grazed her shoulder, trailing slowly down. He pulled the thin straps of her nightdress down, kissing each newly revealed inch of skin.When his mouth finally found her breasts, he groaned—a deep, guttural sound that set her nerves on fire. Lyra rocked against him, shamelessly grinding into the hard length of him that pressed between her thighs. She gasped, her back arching as if pulled
Stolen By The Mirror, Claimed By The Prince I'll Take All The Smoke
“I’ll take all the smoke. Light it on fire and throw me in the middle,” Matthew muttered.Philip exhaled, clearly torn. He turned to look at the stained glass again. “You do realize what you're asking of me, don’t you? If I do what you ask, if I manipulate events to keep her by your side… what happens when she regains her memory and finds out I stabbed her?”“With Elias’s dagger, Matthew. To make him take the fall.”“I just want another chance.”“And if she remembers? If she turns on you with that same fire in her eyes she had the day she threatened to expose you?”“It still works for us. If I marry her, she becomes queen and has an allegiance to protect the throne,” Matthew argued.Phillip exhaled and paced. Candles flickered in the sconces, casting long, war-like shadows of both men on the walls.“What you ask of me is a lot,” he finally said. “But if—if—I manage to do this... then every decision from that throne will be mine. Whether you approve or not. No arguments.”“Yes. I promis
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