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Her eyes shine brighter than the stars of my kingdom. Her voice is sweeter than the most exotic wine. Her hair feels like silk between my fingers. Her skin is smooth as a babe.
Feyre will be mine. I saw it when I looked at her. We are meant to be.
One week every month. That's how it will begin. One week a month, when she will be in my court, living in my home, exploring my lands. With me. I will never leave her side.
When the week is over, she shall return to the Spring Court, where she believes she belongs. But Night has forever marked her, she will never forget.
She will come to love me. It may take time; months, years, decades. It will happen. She will love me as I love her.
When she finally realizes, finally understands, why she feels empty, why she's not happy with him, she'll come running to me, and I'll have my arms wide.
No longer will she fear me. No longer will she flee from my presence. No. Feyre will embrace me, adore me, never leave me.
All I want is to see her eyes glitter in the moonlight. For her to see my court, my people, as more than just death and disdain.
I want her to know and understand that my kingdom is not of darkness, but rather, in its own way, another shade of light.