[There is nothing else she could say that would shake him to the core as much as that. His blue-eye widens, and he feels his breath catch in his throat, sticking there to act as a bulwark against his heart leaping up in it, too. He meant what he said. He would sacrifice so much of himself to keep her happy, and that alone is a confession — but to hear it spoken aloud is like plucking it from thin air and turning it into reality. He cannot escape the revelation, nor would he ever want to.
He doesn’t deserve her love. She is so very, very beyond him in every way. She is divine, her soul blessed by the Goddess; he is just a broken man who will one day pretend he is fit to be King. No, he doesn’t deserve it, but he cannot help but covet it all the same.
He swallows. Dimitri’s heart won’t still in his chest. He dumbly has no words, but he does not need them.
He reaches up, sliding a hand behind her head, fingers lacing through her hair. His other arm props himself up by the elbow and he cranes his neck, lifting, stealing a kiss from her lips. No warning, no preamble — he’s wanted this for so long.]
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He doesn’t deserve her love. She is so very, very beyond him in every way. She is divine, her soul blessed by the Goddess; he is just a broken man who will one day pretend he is fit to be King. No, he doesn’t deserve it, but he cannot help but covet it all the same.
He swallows. Dimitri’s heart won’t still in his chest. He dumbly has no words, but he does not need them.
He reaches up, sliding a hand behind her head, fingers lacing through her hair. His other arm props himself up by the elbow and he cranes his neck, lifting, stealing a kiss from her lips. No warning, no preamble — he’s wanted this for so long.]