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“You survived what you thought would kill you. Now straighten your crown and move forward like the Queen you are.”

Eira glanced over at Tarian, who stood leaning next to the window. “They don’t want me to be their queen.”

Tarian snorted. “A small handful of the people who still believe the evil queen was the rightful leader. Wrongly believe, but there it is. The majority of them would follow you anywhere, Your Majesty. Just as I would.”

Eira moved over to where Tarian stood. “I told you not to call me that.”

“What else should your Captain of the Guard call you?” Tarian asked, smiling slightly.

Eira ran a hand up Tarian’s arm and braced a hand on her shoulder. “When we’re alone, Captain of the Guard is not what I consider you to be.”

“Then, what exactly am I?” Tarian asked, though from the smirk on her face, she already knew exactly what Eira was going to say.

“My wife,” Eira said, leaning in to kiss Tarian. “And don’t you ever forget it.”


I wrote these two in a Snow White retelling. That’s still sitting around waiting for me to rework it and do something with it(either include it with a couple of my other shorter pieces or rework it into a novel).

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