Two Twisted Crowns

And though it had taken slow, painful time, I knew who I was without him. I was more than the girl, the King, and the monster of Blunder’s dark, twisted tale.

I was its author.

Here we are, my darling girl, he whispered to me. The end of all things. The last page of our story.

it rested the ancient adornments of Aemmory Percyval Taxus and Brutus Rowan. Gilded, bloodstained. Two twisted crowns.