Saint of No Forgiveness, Sinner of No Shame
His chin rested upon her crown.
"Little princess," his voice came then, muffled, distant, recorded through fabric or flesh. "It's your day. Make a wish."
Gia tilted her head back, her throat arched in a pose of absolute submission. "I want what she had," she said, her voice high, petulant, piercing. "I want the kingdom. I want the promise. Whatever she asked for, I want it too."
"Then it's yours," he said, his voice dropping to that register that had once undone me, that promise of absolute surrender. "All of it. The moon. The stars. The kingdom. Everything I gave her, I give to you. Everything I am."
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