365 Days to Bond With the Cursed Beast King

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e floor of the east wing wi

e like burnt iron, a pressure behind the eyes, and the anima

first three seconds. Hands. Teeth. The copper

blood. There

st my shoulders, holding me upright. Her white hair had come loose and

and would have hated. Not the flat, careful

a person. Like I was still a man in

th that. So I did what I alw

out wrong. Two voices layered

his sword already she

the runes still faintly glowing. The ruined doors hung off their hinges. The b

id. "You lowered your head to

w m

t fled." A pause. "The council will

That was the arrangement - I ruled, and they w

ir quiet, polite calculation ever

ight. My legs held.

wing without my order. No one speaks to her without my leave.

ned. "She is a liabi

ay." I looked at him. "Do y

's years. He had lost a brother to a coup aimed at my father. He had

stand,"

not

journal before I let myself rest, because the shift took things in the dark and

in oilcloth, keyed to a lock only I could open. It was a plain thing.

important obje

the desk and be

rode when I was twelve. The color of the sky the morning my father died. Soren's laug

ame, every place, every fact I had

s all

, I checked the journal after a

low, the citadel was settling into its night rhythm, guards changing, fires banke

ng mi

t had come up through me like a flood through a broken gate. By every rul

ad lost not

r palms flat, steady, holding me upright.

r. Two raps, space

as tall and grey-eyed, his hair cut short in a soldier's style he had never actuall

s not slept," he said, sett

ave

Hold

ured for me to open my collar. I did. He leaned in, and I fel

rokes, one for each day of the year I had left, etched into my skin the night the curse had

lly, and something in his voice eased by a f

kno

he jou

ng," I

ument still in his hand, his expression shifting from clinic

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m aw

wn across

happened in

shift. The way she had stepped into the path of Torin's blade and sto

rupting. When I finished, he

"You think she is hol

l on the desk. "This is the first shift in ten years that

said slowly. "At the

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te bond is not a symptom

swer. I did

ent and his satchel and st

what this m

what i

know you cannot

swer that ei

dark for a long tim

sk. A fresh page lay beneath my hand

ame at the to

na

k dried. The candle burned low. Somewher

ut, folded it, and dro

to lose. And I could not afford to write her down. I cou

t stroke on my co