“To my shame, I did not try. I stood like a weakling child and watched. And then I went away inside myself because, at my core, in my essential self, there was always the weakling child who could not prevent the deaths of those he loved, and who lacked the courage to follow them on their journey. I spent decades not following them; I expected to spend centuries. And for the first time since I met my queen, I realized anew that immortality could be a curse to the cowardly. “. . . my king?... Sir? Sir?” A familiar voice, one I had loved long. “Eric? Eric?” Ah. This is where I am. This is what we are doing. Following her foray into familiarity, Christina Caresse Chavelle would now bite her lip and do something she hated. I was comforted by a routine that had begun when I was four and recovering from rubella. The uproar over the consequence (ah . . . consequence . . . such a familiar word today . . . my queen would say it is the word of the week) of my illness had hit my parents hard.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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