![]() So you’ll understand me, Feyre, when I say that I know what you feel, and I know what they tried to do to you, and that with enough courage, you can say to hell with a reputation. “I once lived in a place where the opinion of others mattered. ![]() So I would venture out, even if it was an agony…” “But I wouldn’t sit in my room, couldn’t allow myself to mourn and mope and weep and sleep. But I know you – more than you realise, I think – and I don’t believe for one damn minute that you’re remotely fine with being a pretty trophy for someone who sat on his ass for nearly fifty years then sat on his ass while you were shredded apart.” If you want to pick that road, then fine. You can be a pawn, be someone’s reward, and spend the rest of your immortal life bowing and scraping and pretending you’re less than him, than Ianthe, than any of us. ![]()
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