I’ve read some of you said that just a Jonsa kiss would be enough…I get what you mean but honestly if there is a wedding, I want them to have a wedding night à la Jaime and Claire…yes, our girl deserves this and more.
This is tiny, but possibly the start of a new series?
Tarvek tipped his glass side to side, watching the liquid tilt back and forth, watching the snail-shaped ice clink against the sides. Something murderous simmered beneath his tense shoulders and focused glare, giving the air around him a tingle like static electricity. “I ought to Burn them,” he said as though speaking to his drink, giving the word importance that meant Sparky destructiveness.
Violetta stopped pacing. “You can’t just burn down the Court of Gears because someone there hurt Van.”
Tarvek gave her a look that made the hair on her arms stand on end. “Can’t I?” he challenged, his voice vibrating with notes of danger. Violetta stood her ground.
“No,” she said. “You can’t.” She stared right back into that Sparky darkness that Tarvek liked to keep hidden from everyone. “An act of aggression against this city? By a known descendant of Andronicus Valois? Seriously, do you want to get run out of town?”
A slow smile bared Tarvek’s teeth in an unpleasant grin. “They don’t have to know it was me.”
“The Castle will know!” Violetta fought against healthy levels of fear. “Agatha will know! She’ll be disappointed.”
Tarvek grimaced down at his drink. “Just that Greenclaw, then,” he muttered, seething. Violetta tried for reassurance.
“Vanamonde is fine. He’s already running about, business as usual.”
“As he would doubtless do from his deathbed,” Tarvek snapped. “He doesn’t want people to know he’s injured.”
“Then shouldn’t you respect his wishes?” Violetta watched as Tarvek’s resolve wavered, though his fury burned as hot as ever.
“Fine. I should meet this Greenclaw, though.”
“You don’t get to kill him.” If necessary, Violetta would shadow her cousin to ensure the lack of murder. “He’s meeting with Agatha tomorrow.”
Tarvek grumbled something in the general direction of his drink. Violetta failed to catch every word, but he seemed to realize that she would do all she could to keep the situation from becoming bloody. That would make him craftier. Grimacing inwardly, Violetta wondered if she might need some backup.
Soooo, i sometimes pretend to be a cat. I’ve done this my entire life and I don’t think I’ll ever stop. My mom and baby bro refer to me as cat sometimes or by my cat name, Meowlcolm X. So I told my mom my tummy hurts and she asked if I needed to tell her something to which I responded, something like what. She asked me if I was carrying a litter.
Some folks: I want Elias to become HUMAN Me & a good chunk of fellow readers: Sorry fam, Elias is an ancient creature of lore and very much a Fae who doesn’t bend to human rules. The author wanted monster/human content, she made it, and the best that will happen is Elias understanding more and more human emotions and how to handle thos and humans in general. I don’t make the rules
¯\_(ツ)_/¯ We’ll always have humanform glamoured Elias, but thats it.