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Yup! He did come near me twice, but I didn’t go for health reasons. I did see Terzo and the Cardinal plenty of times though, so don’t feel bad for me.

If you want to guess the genre I’m writing, I will admit to that.

Chapter 9: Couchette

We sure this isn’t a goodbye tour? 😭

“I’ve told you I’m not afraid.” I reached for him, holding his jaw, and our temples pressed together. The only sound in the room was our breathing.

I never talked about it here before. He was always an equestrian to me as soon as I heard Witch Image (when Prequelle came out). But the fic was much, much darker originally, and he was a tyrant. That doesn’t suit him at all obviously, but you have to remember the time. I had watched my beloved PEIII get dragged off stage and Nihil promised us “Dark Ages.” So I went really, really dark. I did not expect to eventually also love the new character. In fact, I resented him at first; I called him a murderer at rituals. Sometimes when I wrote his character in the beginning, I had PEIII in my head still. Copia acted like PEIII at first; it was not a stretch. But all the scenes at the Cadre Noir was where it turned, and the character found his footing. That’s when I accepted him, and that’s when the ending concept ultimately changed. Originally, all the women were going to succumb to the tyrant’s evil semen—even the stablehand.

“I am too,” he said softly when I met his gaze, but I didn’t believe him. “Would you like to kiss me now.” A gloved hand reached behind my ear and delicately brushed my hair back. “We both enjoy that.” His eyes went back and forth between mine, transfixed, as he took every part of me in. I slowly raised my chin.