This Is The Main Juawim, Which Is The Market, I Tell Him. I Glance Over To See That Hes Not Looking At
“This is the main juawim, which is the market,” I tell him. I glance over to see that he’s not looking at anything in the market. He’s looking at me. I feel my face get hot. “What?” I ask with a nervous laugh.
He shakes his head, trying to hold back a smile. “Nothing. Just listening to you talk.”
the chemistry she has with his dude who isn't who she's even gonna get with is crazy. why did i write them like this? (i know exactly why, i'm just playing innocent)
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just saw the most heartbreaking annabeth take from ep 3
oh definitely! i read stuff i wrote back in like ninth grade and the potential was really good, the writing itself was not
y'alllllllllll i just accidentally foreshadowed smth in my book and it's going harddddddd
“I hope you realize, Queen Moriah, I am only doing this because my people are now mixed with your citizens and I have sworn to protect them until my last breath. That is the only reason.”
“I expect nothing less from you, Kazen. You’re doing your people and mine a great service.”
“Don’t mistake it for doing you a service,” I warn. I turn on my heel and, just before I exit the throne room, I glance over my shoulder. “I want a memorial service for my people. So they can mourn those you killed.”
“I did not kill them,” comes the Queen’s tight response.
Furious, I turn. “Maybe not personally, but you were the one to give the order. Not the General, certainly not Lord Deleon. You. Give me and my people a memorial service or I will personally ensure your entire kingdom turns their backs on you,” I snarl.
The Queen stands. “Is that a threat?” she demands.
“It’s not a threat. It’s a promise.”
With that, I leave the throne room.
this scene>>>>>>>