❝ you asked me once, if i would ever take a chance on us…maybe that ship sailed. but. ask me again? sometime— doesn’t have to be today. maybe tomorrow just. ask me again. ❞ ( @lovetaled )
now he was a king, and she had been crowned a saint of the people. sankta alina of the fold. he had once asked her, would’ve begged her, to be his queen. to rule the forsaken country by his side, as his equal. but he was only a man, not a saint. they would never be equals. now, the king wasn’t sure the ship had sailed for him. he was part demon now, there was a darkness rotting inside of him. but alina ? alina was still the warmest sun to ever have shined upon his royal features. alina was everything golden and good. ( everything he no longer deserved )
a sad smile graces his lips as he steps closer. stepping close enough to brush his knuckles gently down the side of her face. “ alya, have you not had enough of my shenanigans and crazy schemes ? have you not tasted enough war for a life time ? ” his head cocks to the side as he watches her, eyes scanning her features, as if he’s afraid this will be his last chance to see them. “ i would propose to you a million times if i believed your answer would change. ” but with those words he takes a step back, rubbing his gloved fingers over the knuckles that have just touched her cheek. even if his skin hadn’t touched hers, he could feel her sunshine burning through.
