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It wasn't in Villam's nature to cower now. He'd made promises to Vazia over the course of the last night that he intended to keep. What he felt for the woman laying beside him wasn't something he was willing to give up for fear of the unknown. He knew in his heart, that Vazia was far more...

He hadn't expected her to repeat the words, nor did he wish for her to feel as though she must. The confession that Villam had made was the latest in selfish choices he'd made over the last day, something done far more for himself than for her. To hear his own voice say the truth aloud was a...

For the first time in as long as Villam could remember, he did not awake to the hollow feeling of isolation that had plagued his every day. The barren halls, and the empty rooms of this estate did not immediately taunt him with the echoes of his own breath, and the chill of the sheets underneath...

The Regis Estate was a massive building, indicative of the importance and wealth of the family it was built to house. But it was that size that served as a constant reminder of the tragedy that had befallen them. The large family it was meant for did not exist; Solomon's wife had passed, and as...

Villam felt it too; that nagging desire in the very back of his mind, the whisper that turned to a shout with every passing second her lips weren't on his own, that his hands couldn't reach her skin no matter how desperately they clung to the dress concealing it from him. He needed more than...

What had begun as tepid, unsure pecks against her lips had grown in intensity and fervor with every passing moment. First, there had been an unease, an unknowing of what to expect. It was that peek behind the curtain, that returned need from Vazia's lips that sent the two of them on a spiraling...

Vazia sought his lips out this time, the first time she'd ever been the one to reach out and act on these feelings that hung between them. As hushed words passed her lips into his, Villam found that the path they'd taken to arrive at this point was no longer important. They were here now, and...

Villam was acutely aware of their lack of an organized plan, and if Mordred thought it prudent to bring up, then there was more than likely a need for such a thing. Unfortunately, Mabbon was equally correct in that they hadn't the time needed. It was now or never, and they simply couldn't afford...

Both Villam and Vazia were held under the curse of the stones they bore; Villam was damned to only be seen in a positive light, to be looked at with awe and fascination through the eyes of those with lingering passions brought to the surface by his Rune. Vazia was buried deep beneath her own...

Villam's feet stopped, his hands ceasing to guide her in movement as a softly uttered admission of fear washed over his face, her lips mere inches from his own as she spoke the words. This Vazia, the woman who now allowed herself for the first time to appear vulnerable and unsure... it was the...

Before, it would have confused him. If the two of them had held this dance together a year ago, before they'd spent any significant amount of time together, he wouldn't have understood what that look in her eyes meant. Maybe he still didn't completely comprehend it, even now. But when Vazia...

Villam felt his smile grow, perhaps wider than it had in quite some time at her words. There was a solace in knowing this was an act he shared with her, that they had experienced together and with nobody else. It made this feel like theirs, made him feel as though this mattered. "That's fine...

It probably didn't come as a surprise that Villam wasn't particularly well-versed in dance. He'd used about every type of weapon you could think of, ingested poisons, set traps that could take down a full-grown ogre. Moving his feet in time, though? It was foreign. Still, he wanted to try. There...

"Valenntenia is not all that is left of her; she lives in you," Villam's head turned to look at her, his mouth opening in both surprise and some vain attempt to respond to what she'd said. Nothing came. Slowly, his parted lips slid shut, and the Regis heir merely stared at Vazia. Nobody saw him...

Those two words were perhaps the first time that Vazia had shown any real enjoyment in his presence. The two of them had been spending a fair amount of time together but much of it was silent. What was said, was direct and to the point, conversations that were held in brief back-and-forths that...