You know how I was talking about various WIPs? Well ...
"It's Violet. Her scars ..." he trails off. I swallow hard. If the fever I got after being stabbed with that godsforsaken dagger while pregnant wasn't enough to damn her, with her two-toned hair and fragile body, the gods chose her to be a part of a fated soul-scar pair. My tiny, delicate daughter has been chosen to be a part of history, and I am terrified to know what that means for her future. Scars as soulmarks are rare enough, but scars showing up before she comes of age? The rarest of all. "Show me," I demand, my fear coming out as brusqueness. He walks close to me, brushing our hands together, taking my hand the second we enter our quarters, squeezing hard. He opens the door to her bedroom and I raise my hand up to my mouth to stifle the horrified gasp that is desperate to escape. My daughter's back is covered with angry red lines, fresher scar marks than I've ever seen on a member of a soul-scarred pair. "I don't understand it," my husband whispers. I can't say a word. I don't know how to tell him that I'm the reason our daughter has 107 fresh scars on her back. And that her fucking soulmate is the son of the disgraced Fen Riorson.
(obviously a first draft and I already know how some of this is going to be edited ... but yeah. also ... why am i considering working in the canon universe when the series isn't done yet? whyyyyyyyyy ...)












