A Queen Among Tempests
I whisper in a daze.
I walk back to my room, shutting the door and leaning back against it, my mind reeling yet providing me with a bit more clarity. Maybe this is why he’s so focused on the physical aspect of our bond. In a way, Azadou is like a God going through puberty. All of these emotions and sensations are new to him, he might not even understand them. He just feels them and acts on them because he has no idea how to find a balance. Gods feel things a thousand times more intensely than any mortal being, of course, his emotions would get the better of him, they’re all new and hitting him at once. Now that I know this, I just need to think of a way to calm him…but how the hell do I calm
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