An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
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“Mother, why haven’t we met cousin Cedrella?” He heard the crack before he felt the bite of her palm, hot as it raced up his cheek and curled around his eye. It didn’t hurt half so much as the burn of his mother’s dark eyed glare. The scorched velvet over the curled silk script reading “Cedrella” taunted him from over her shoulder.
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All his life Regulus has been taught one thing: Family is what matters most. No one ever taught him there were exceptions to that.
I recently made a new account and thought I’d move links to the WIPs I’m actively working on to the new blog. Updates on HOHB will resume the third week of November. I’m also considering trying to find either a Beta reader or someone to collaborate with on this project, so if you like what you read or you think you’d enjoy beta reading or writing/mutually feeding creativity with me, please send me a dm!
