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She seemed intrigued and curious about the new surroundings, her ears pricked up in interest. She turned to look at him and noticed his expression...
She frowned at the path for a moment before letting go of his hand, beginning to ascend it determinedly.
She didn't say anything as they approached the mountain, her gaze widening.
She gave him a cheerful grin before falling silent.
She started laughing a little, looking up at him. "Weirdo," she said fondly, reaching up and rubbing the base of one of his horns gently. "I...
"You killed hundreds," she said, raising one finger. "You pillaged villages, you threatened civilizations, you were a warlord, and you had...
She started laughing, hooking arms with him. "Weren't you?"
"It's like... sad, kinda, but angsty sad, you know? Like dramatically sad and angry."
She started laughing deeply. "Emo is you before you were imprisoned."
"No, you're the main character," she replied, taking his hand. "The love interest dies, and then you go all dramatic and emo, promising to avenge...
"Look at that place, Z," she said, gesturing. "That definitely looks like the place where the love interest dies."
She fell silent, looking up at the mountain with a little bit of trepidation. "There it is," she mused dramatically. "The place I'll die."
"I'm excited for you," she replied, taking his hand.
She looked up at him as she stood, brushing the sand off her dress. “You must be excited.”
She sat up too, looking over at him blearily. “Let’s get moving, then,”
She looked up at him, relaxing as the early morning sun hit her. “They will,” she repeated sleepily. “I love you.”
She opened her eyes, frowning a little. “They’ll love you,” she told him gently. “Trust me.”
She nodded a little, closing her eyes again. “You’re going to meet my family.”
She rested her forehead against his. “Are we going home tonight?”
She leaned in before gently kissing him, her lips soft as they brushed against his. “Don’t be nervous,” she replied softly, a sweet confidence in...
