Being alive for 500 years made it easy to come to terms with many things. Like childish people, unhealthy coping mechanisms, being a bastard born.

Never having a mate. That was a harder pill to swallow, but he somehow did. He had been alone for so long, he was sure he wouldn’t have one. It was a rare thing anyway. Wasn’t guaranteed to happen.

But then that fateful day at the camps changed everything. Except that you were a stubborn bi—No. He couldn’t say that about you.

But he would say that you were difficult.

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• Established Relationship

• Thinking of rereading acotar, I miss my himbo

• Art Creds: sallteas