Beauty. My beauty. Roux, my Ro-ux.
Little ducklings always follow their mothers, don't they? Your mother once laid in my arms, broken, and you will too. Your love calls you little duckling, but you are far from such sweetness.
No, you, you wicked, deceiving woman, are a Red Sparrow. A quick and lovely bird. So silent and so unnoticed, yet so attention seeking.
I am the Collector. I collect beautiful things I see. And I will collect you.
My beauty. My sharp, stunning, Red beauty. I see you. I saw you when you were nothing.
I will make you everything.
And you will bow to me, my beauty. My sickening, little Red Sparrow.
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A Song of Laughter and Fire
RomanceIn which an older man becomes obsessed with a younger woman and will do anything to make her his. He gripped her chin in his hand, tilting her head to the left, right, up, and down-inspecting her. Her narrowed, defiant eyes stayed on him the entire...
