May 17, 2017
*SOMEONE NEED TO DRAW THIS NECESSARILY*
“I watched Rhys in the mirror as a dark crown appeared in his hands. The one of ravens’ feathers that I’d seen him wear-or its feminine twin. A tiara-which he gently, reverently, set before the braid, we’d pinned into place atop my head. The original crown … it appeared atop Rhys’s head a moment later.
Together, we stared at our reflection. Lord and Lady Night.
“Ready to be wicked?” He purred in my ear.“