My little Dragon Queen
But here is Percy, a boy who wears enough gold that it makes Darla almost nauseous with how much metal is present on his body; a man before whom all of her captors and perpetrators bow, as though he is their god.
A boy who offers Darla his hand but never reaches over to take it without Darla’s permission.
A boy who treats Darla like she’s something precious.
And Darla has never been a precious thing.
Even now, there are times when it startles her - how Percy calls her precious, as though she were something cherished and lovely and worthy of it.
As though Percy, who has all the gold a man could ever want, a man who could command precious metals at the tips of his fingertips, nonetheless finds
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