( when alina fits herself to his side it's like the snap of a missing puzzle piece slotting into place. the rightness of it is so utterly beyond description that he's momentarily struck dumb by it.
it takes a moment before he can recover, grappling for something to bridge the silence, anything to keep this moment from dissolving. )
I never finished my story, the one about the Fjerdan king.
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it takes a moment before he can recover, grappling for something to bridge the silence, anything to keep this moment from dissolving. )
I never finished my story, the one about the Fjerdan king.