6/5/2023 0 Comments Juliet Immortal by Stacey Jay![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() I love him for the way he sprawls on the freshly scrubbed stones, strong legs flexing beneath his hose, as if there is no cause for worry, as if we have not broken every rule and do not face banishment from the only homes we have ever known. Love for him steals my breath away, makes me feel I am dying and being reborn every time I look into his eyes or run trembling fingers through his brown curls. He is fearless and reckless and brave and I love him for it. He is a romantic, a dreamer, and never afraid to play the fool. He stumbles on a loose stone and falls to the floor, grinning as I rush to meet him. Tonight, he could have come through the door - the castello is quiet, even the servants asleep in their beds, and Nurse would have let him in - but he chooses the window, climbing through the tangle of night flowers, carrying petals in on his clothes. ![]()
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