❝ Tell me losing everything is what saved you,
Tell me you finally tasted freedom.
Can you even imagine yourself in paradise?
Even the daughter of gods must know loneliness, must sometimes want nothing more than to be trapped in a hell of forevers...
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"There is a beauty in contrast - you have not lived until you have died." - Bianca Sparacino, The Strength In Our Scars
She knew Edward had never left her. He was always with her. She tasted him as she slept, when she woke, when she breathed. There would always be a part of Edward that lived on with her, just as a part of herself had died with him. And she owed it to those parts of themselves to keep their legacy alive.
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"I'll always love your father, Lily. Our love was so powerful...it was like the wind. There was never a way for me to see it, but I could always feel it. I knew he loved me without him telling me, just by how he looked at me, how he smiled. I could never see his love, but I could always feel it."
Not only must a future queen be chaste, she must be seen to be chaste.
"I fear neither death nor pain." "Then, what do you fear?" "A cage."
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They were royalty incarnate while he looked tired and ill-cared for. He loved and hated his future wife at first sight.
"All the pain and the truth I wear like a battle wound." - Demi Lovato, Warrior
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"She did not take the tea, Bella," her older sister spoke. "I fear it may be time for us to accept our new lives."
"There's nothing I would not do to protect my children! I would walk through hell if it meant they would be safe!"
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Her beauty was unparalleled, even with the weight of the recent years on her shoulders. Her skin was pale as porcelain, soft and tempting, begging for trembling hands to touch it. Her eyes were dark, haunted but determined, ready to lure saints into temptation and her pink, soft lips were ready to whisper the secrets everyone wanted to hear.
Remember, courtiers are vultures. If you receive a gift, answer with curled lips and no smiles. If they ask something, only answer with sweet nothings and cloaked courtesies. We may not wear an iron armor, but that doesn't mean we have to be defenseless.
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He's kissing away the pain, the hurt, the years of self-loathing. He's lighting her body on fire, making her feel things she never thought she'd feel again. He's kissing away the dashed hopes for the golden future she had once pictured.
She is like the sun to night; a momentary gold - Lang Leav, The Wanderer
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"The longer you live, the more mistakes you make and the more sorrows you carry. But, you learn from your mistakes and you gain strength from your pain."
