https://archiveofourown.org/works/88640136
[A] bitter laugh escaped her, not very royal at all, “he’d tell you the same thing about me. I’m not affectionate enough, he says. I kiss him like it’s a chore.”
There was a new wound in Darling, a new ache in her chest as she kept her eyes trained on Apple. “Is it?”
Fell behind on the monthlies for the Femslash Big Bang, but this time the prompt was seasons and I was immediately struck with this idea. First time writing for EAH!


















