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[toastghost85]

AMARANDE PORTRAIT

Guys 😭 guys this took so long 😭😭😭😭

Please please PLEASE appreciate the details they took so long (if you see a copy and pasted gem…. No you didn’t)

Would it make more sense for her to have diamonds not rubies? Yes. Do I care? No.

yeah im also posting it just normal on my page i need EVERYONE to see it

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@ninjaarsenal @impisback-tellafriend @deardajeong @ilkolinial @nuesetine@lezabeththetheodoraimposter @ababelofviolence @empyrean-pearl @alaydabug2

sorry this isn’t Kotlc but uhhhh idk maybe yall just wanna see some neat art…? Pls don’t shoot me :(

[alaydabug2]

oh come on, how can you not like this guy?

Taillefer so similar to Keefe to me. maybe Keefe if he’d never been taken in by the Vackers?

like, his family is so self-seeking and willing to push each other down to get what they want. and Taillefer is too. he did all his experiments bc he wanted the crown.

but even though they push each other down, they’ve always had each other. you can tell he and Renard annoyed each other to death, but they did care about each other. bc that’s family. they grew up together.

but Taillefer took it too far. his extreme pursuit of the crown caused him to get lost in the goal and he ended up being that first falling domino that led to his brother’s death, which gave his mother an easy way to keep him from the crown forever.

so now he’s alone.

no brother. no mother. no crown.

not even a home bc he’s on the run.

it’s all gone. it’s not a game anymore.

so now he’s looking for a way to not be alone. someone else who will tolerate his presence. he hides it with humor (another Keefe parallel), but i think he really just wants a place to belong.

Oh nonono

I LOVE Taillefer's character

Definitely my favorite villain of the series lol

And his somewhat redemption arc OUGHHH

He is SUCH an interesting critter and I want to cut him open and study his brain he is so FASCINATING 😊

And I TOTALLY see the Keefe parallels ngggg

I can not get over what he did to Luca tho

The others may have (kinda) forgiven him but I don't lolll

I WISH we got inside his head more besides one the chapter I NEED TO KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON IN HIS BRAIN

[wow-youre-so-pretty]

I COULD fix him but hes so much funnier like this

[loftwingofcrimson]

Dude I feel so sorry for Luca in this book lol

Like, oop you got kidnapped. Oh now Ama’s come to save you! Aaaand now you’re bitten by a deadly poisonous snake and will probably die. Oh now Ama’s found you an antidote you’re good! Actually nevermind this dude just threw a knife at you lol

[alaydabug2]

You Think the Devil Has Horns, Well So Did I

Chapter Sixteen

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Amarande feared her autonomy would be taken away from her. It was her one non-negotiable. To have a say for herself. What happens when all her humanity is stripped from her the time of a night? Will she crack? Will she prevail over her troubles? And what of her love, Luca? A mad prince was put in charge of him. Will he live or die. Or will he survive in a life that's not worth living? Their friends try their hardest to break them out, but sometimes, the chain is simply too hard to break.

(Amarande Pov)

Amarande slept well past noon. It was a fitful thing. Tossing and turning, plagued by dreams. When she finally roused from her slumber, exhaustion weighed heavily on her.

No one came to wake her. No one came to bother her. They let her sleep as long as her body needed. She was grateful for that. She wished she could lie down for another twelve hours, but she was too restless.

She sat carefully, bracing her core. Surveying the room, she found a tray with food and water on her nightstand. Someone had come into the room.

Eating felt like too much work. She didn't think her stomach could take it. But she downed some of the water. The wetness on her parched toungue was a cool relief.

Amarande wanted to walk around. She needed to move. She managed to get her legs off the side of the bed. Her feet softly touched the floor. She clinged to the bedpost for support. Her knees were jelly, as unstable as a newborn foal.

It hurt. A lot. But she had to wander. If she stayed in bed for any longer, she would go stir crazy. She made a few laps around the bedroom, then went to the adjoining bathroom. Splashing water on her face brought her back to the present, even if to her detriment.

Scrambling back in bed was a challenge. The bed was tall, and she was short in stature. She was unable to climb with ease as she usually did. It took a longer amount than she would have liked to admit to shuffle and get her body over the mattress.

She sat panting with the effort it took. It was scary how fast her body could betray her. It served her well over the years, but one little—or not so little—thing came and destroyed her stamina. It was daunting having to work and gain it all back.

A rap rattled against her chamber door. She lifted her head enough to see as Taillefer walked in through the threshold. "Oh, no. You are not going to just walk in here and mock me!" She sat up fully.

Taillefer raised his hands in a truce. "I come not to mock you, but with the deepest of sympathies. I am truly sorry for your loss."

Amarande scoffed. "That's rich coming from you."

"I suppose that's a fair assessment of my character." He stepped to the side. "Maybe this will make you believe I am telling the truth."

Luca walked in then. No ropes, no bruises. He was unharmed. And he was here. His eyes shone with grief nearly as deep as hers. But the corners of his mouth tipped up ever so slightly at the sight of her.

"Ama." Luca's voice was quiet. As if he spoke too loud, the facade would fade away into nothingness.

"Luca?" Her breath hitched in her throat.

"I will leave you to it," Taillefer nodded in regards to them. "I'll be outside the door waiting on my brother in case he comes back early. He is not aware I'm doing this."

"Why?" Amarande couldn't stop herself from asking.

"Untrue to popular belief, I'm cruel, not heartless. The latter is my brother's job."

Luca turned to Taillefer. "Thank you."

Taillefer nodded and shut the door behind him, leaving Amarande and Luca to privacy.

[alaydabug2]

@elronthemage @toastghost85 @inejsgirl @cuethesolareclipse13

Heyyy I did a thinggggg

Okay so like, I've got a headcanon that Amarande and Luca have gotten several injuries when they were younger, because...yeah sparring. They are thirteen and fourteen in this one. There will be another one with another a separate hc incident. Neither of these are cannon, but they may be referenced in future oneshots/fics.

(Amarande Pov)

Her and Luca had decided to work out in the meadow before the weather could change. Ardenia was known for long, fridged winters. The two of them wanted to get in as much spar time as they could before snow could overtake their meadow.

Amarande spun her sword in a circle, a wicked grin stretched across her face. Koldo was allowing them to use the sharp swords for once, not the blunt practice swords like they usually used. They'd been practicing with supervision for a while now, and Koldo finally felt confident enough to let them off on their own.

Luca readied his stance, feet wide, shoulders back. Amarande mirrored him. She struck her chin up to look at him in the eyes. With a mutual nod, they ran at each other.

Amarande blocked him from her right. Her left. She went for a jab at his chestplate, but he hacked back, sending her whirling around. Luca, before she had time to gather her bearings, forced her against one of the juniper trees.

For the past few months, a certain kind of... tension sat between them. Something either of them refused to acknowledge, lest it ruin everything that they had built up over the years of their friendship. Still, her blasted heart pitter-pattered in her chest with their proximity.

Amarande wrenched her arms above her head. It gave her more room to maneuver her sword than with her hands by her sides. Luca pressed down, weight bearing on her shoulders. She shifted her hold on her sword so her left hand supported the blade. Her grip was loose, as it wasn't the blunt edges she was used to.

But Luca wasn't relenting. His height gave him too much advantage, and she wasn't in a position to kick his feet out from under him. She pushed, but he had more power.

With one last shove, she tried to get out from him, but it caused them both to stumble. Amarande slammed against the tree, juniper berries showering around them.

She saw Luca's face twist into horror before she felt the pain. It was intense, sharp, and throbbing. The swords dropped to the ground with a clank and Amarande inspected her hand.

Blood. So much blood it made her stomach churn. Besides the blood, something wasn't right. Not with the way Luca stared agape at it. Then she saw it. On the ground was a portion of her middle finger. She clamped her lips shut to not be sick.

Luca swayed on his feet, all the color drained from his face. Amarande placed her good hand on his shoulder to steady the both of them. "Luca." He turned his attention up to her. "Go get Koldo."

He swallowed, nodding. He raced off in the direction of the castle where Koldo would be training her troops. Amarande slid down the trunk of the tree until she was safely on the ground without fear of fainting. She squeezed her eyes shut. She couldn't look at it. Not if she wanted to keep her sanity intact.

Blood was warmer and slicker than she thought. The finger held more lifeblood than she could have ever expected. It poured and poured until she was covered in it and the world began to spin.

Footsteps approached. Luca got to her first, urging her to look up and focus on him while Koldo worked on her hand. He swore seeing the state of her hand. Amarande finally looked down. It had her reeling. Her severed finger still laid on the ground. She whimpered.

Koldo tied a long strip of fabric on Amarande bicep to act as a tourniquet. The bleeding slowed enough to ease some of her panic.

"What did you get yourself into, Princess?" Koldo muttered under her breath. Amarande couldn't make herself awnser.

Luca clutched onto her good hand for support. She clinged just as tightly to him when Meduka Aritzia arrived to disinfect and do her stitches.

They took her to her chambers to wash up and rest after the whole ordeal. The entirety of her hand ached. They had administered painkillers, but the throbbing remained.

A knock on her door pulled her from her brooding. She accepted the person in. It was Luca in tears. She hadn't seen him since they brought her to her bedroom, shock and anxiety still written on his face. Now, it was just plain guilt.

"I'm sorry, Ama," he begged. "I didn't know that would happen. It all went down so fast-"

Amarande used her good hand to rest on his forearm. "It's okay," she assured him. "Neither of us were very smart about it. I shouldn't have gripped the sword the way I did with it being sharp. It was just a big mistake on both our parts. I don't blame you for it."

"You don't?"

"Of course, not."

Luca shuffled a bit. Like he wanted to sit with her, but she was propped up on fluffed pillows on the bed. She patted beside her, giving him permission. He joined, sliding in against her.

He took Amarande's bum hand in his own. His thumb traced the inside of her palm. He was always so gentle with her in a way no one else was. It squeezed her heart in a vise to think he was afraid she would blame him for this.

Amarande settled her head in the crook of his neck. Luca paused for the faintest of a second. If she wasn't undoubtedly loopy to a point from blood loss, she could have sworn a flush took color up to his ears, if not for a moment. She shoved it from her mind. It was too much to her poor heart to get it worked up. Even if it would be nice, even for a second, to imagine he felt the same to her as she did to him.

[wow-youre-so-pretty]

"But he killed and tortured people" I think youre misremembering actually. Yeah no all he did was be a silly pathetic loser twink hope that clears things up for you<333

[alaydabug2]

You Think the Devil Has Horns, Well So Did I

Chapter Twelve

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Amarande feared her autonomy would be taken away from her. It was her one non-negotiable. To have a say for herself. What happens when all her humanity is stripped from her the time of a night? Will she crack? Will she prevail over her troubles? And what of her love, Luca? A mad prince was put in charge of him. Will he live or die. Or will he survive in a life that's not worth living? Their friends try their hardest to break them out, but sometimes, the chain is simply too hard to break.

(Amarande Pov)

Amarande's eyes were drooping, her head lolling against Luca's chest. He continued to trace shapes across her back. She didn't plan to fall asleep, but the warmth of her love surrounded her, contentment making her drowsy.

Before the oblivion could take her, a banging on her door roused her. She shot up with the concern, Luca squeezing her shoulder. A response wasn't even on the tip of her toungue when the door swung open, revealing a frantic Ula.

"Luca, you need to get downstairs. Now!" Ula waved him over. "Renard and Taillefer will be here any minute."

Luca sat up, glancing between Ula and Amarande. His eyes settled onto Amarande, calloused palms coming to cup her her face. She wanted to desperately stay lost in his beautiful golden eyes forever. Nothing bad would happen as long as she could stay in those shimmering pools for eternity.

His brows tipped down, expression pinching. "I love you, Amarande." He rubbed his thumbs against the apples of her cheeks. "I will see you again."

Amarande wrapped her arms around his neck. "How can you say that?" Wetness glistened her eyes.

"Because I know you, Ama. You will find a way. We will find a way." He pressed his forehead to hers. "Please don't give up just yet. Promise me."

She nodded, choking on her response. "As long as you don't either."

"Always," he agreed.

"Oh, Luca." Amarande pressed her lips against his. She began to pull away, but Luca pulled her back, hungry. This kiss would have to last them for an indefinite amount of time. "I love you so much."

Ula gently tugged Luca's arm, guilt pursing her face. It broke Amarande's soul for them to be teased apart like this, but Luca unwove himself from her. She held his eye as long as he could as Ula led him out the door and down the hall until he was out of sight.

Amarande stayed on her bed, knees curled to her chest. Luca was like her drug. She needed her fix to keep her sane. Without him, she was in withdrawal, feeling empty and hopeless inside.

She wished she could kick herself for the way her heart leapt at the sound of her door handle jiggling. For some cruel reason, her brain reasoned Luca was coming back for her. She had gotten used to his steady comfort over the past week.

But no, that wasn't the case. It was... Renard. His slimy grin didn't quite reach his eyes. Amarande bit her lip, scooting back to the far end of her bed. He approached slowly, leaning himself over the mattress, looking up at her. He reached for her, trailing his hand down her leg. She pulled it out of reach.

"Renard, please," Amarande murmured. "It's the middle of the day. Can't it wait?"

Renard straightened up to his full height, causing Amarande to curl further into herself. His lips thinned into a line. "I've been gone for a week. I think you'll be okay in pleasing me."

He slid in across her on the bed, boxing her in. "Wait!" She shouted. If this would save her from further suffering, she would tell him now. She already told the one person she wanted to be aware. Everyone else did not matter anymore. He paused, waiting for her answer. "I-I'm... pregnant."

Renard froze. Then, an icy smile stretched across his face. "Are you certain? Has a Meduka checked you?"

The secret was out now. Every cell in her body screamed against revealing her vulnerability. She wound her arms against her belly, shielding herself from her husband's unending stare. "Ula did. She confirmed my suspicions, but no, a Meduka hasn't yet."

Renard turned towards the exit. "I shall fetch the Meduka. I'd like for her to assure you and the baby are healthy." Under his breath, he added, "It would be a shame to have to start the process all over again."

The Meduka did a much more thorough exam than Ula had done. While Ula had done just enough to confirm the child, the Meduka went further. Amarande was unsure how much of anything that was being done was supposed to determine the health of the baby. But she let it happen so it would be over quicker and Amarande would be free of so many people on her body.

The Meduka left with Renard once it was finished. Amarande didn't want to know what conversation was acuring, she just wanted him gone. Her adrenaline was winding down now. It left her shaky with fear and uncertainty. She sucked in thin breaths, her chest aching too much to do any more. Her head came to rest upon her knees, and she wept. She was no longer a person to him, not that she was thought of very highly in the first place. She was now only an incubator, tasked with bringing in this life she was forced to burden.