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Over the eons, he’d begun spending nights with her less frequently, working endlessly in his laboratories, birthing the children of his Court of Shadows in an atte

One day she realized she hadn’t seen hi seedlings and young plants and, although by then he’d given her trinkets hich she could create any nurown her lush, aro with the s their occasional injuries, taking pleasure in the beauties of nature that abounded in her real her fas, the din of noise and laughter beneath their roof

Between his visits he’d send her gifts hich to aowns She’d had roonificent jewels, and nothing but ti at thely lavish gift or object of power he sent, some--like the amulet, intended to un to think he’d never seen her at all Or if he had, he didn’t think she was good enough for hi to turn her into soer she stayed inside her portion of his Fae real, her ebony curls fading, until, in tian to look like one

The day finally ca of Making had nothing to do with her, and everything to do with hiod-king as capable of such great tenderness and passion was also capable of great obsession

But it wasn’t with her

It ith proving the Seelie Queen wrong

It ith refusing to accept no for an answer

He would have the song and he would turn his concubine Fae, no matter the price And he would never rest until it was done

After he’d created his Court of Shadows and brought his favored son, Cruce, into existence, she’d seen even less of hi his prince to bring her potions

Cruce became her companion, confidant, and friend He would have been her lover, yet Zara’s heart still belonged to her king

One day she’d si she could not even recall how much time had passed since his last visit The details of his face had grown blurry in her ranted it

It hadn’t turned out as she’d planned Cruce had been, after all, his father’s son, subjugating her wishes to pursue his own