The Betrayed

The grand and the small; it all mattered.

People were not their introductions. They were not their lineage or country. They were but themselves. And we had to dig past all the rest to find them.

I know I said I’d never go near a crown, and I believe you are far too full of yourself . . . but I will love you to the very end.

By the way,” Etan began as we entered the hall, our footsteps echoing in the grand entryway, “I realize I said I’d never go near an altar, and I maintain that you are an obnoxious brat . . . but I will love you to the very last beat of my heart.

Worlds could be changed when we chose not to walk into a room operating as if everyone was our enemy.

Worlds could be changed when we chose not to walk into rooms operating as if everyone was our enemy.

Don’t lie. How do I look?” Etan’s face instantly softened. “Absolutely radiant. Like the moon,” he said quietly. “Sure and determined, reflecting light on everyone around you, and so desperately beautiful to those who don’t even realize they’re in the dark.