Villains Pj Masks Novels & Stories

"What — what is — what is the price — " "Closer." "Tell me — what is the price — " The pearl laughed. It was the first time I heard it laugh. The laugh was not in the water. The laugh was in my own bones. The laugh said: *little host, the price is one of every untranslatable joy. The price is the small smile you used on your commoners' babies in Songsquare. The price is wonder. The price is laughing at nothing in your private library when nobody is watching. The price, in nine years, is your face in the cairn-mirror not being your own. The price is everything that makes you the kind of woman a man stabs in the ribs at the eastern reefs because she is too soft to deserve a kingdom. Take it. T