Fics like my golden crown of sorrow, my bloody sword to swing

When Romeo looked back at her, it was with a small, delicate smile that spoke only of reassurance and empathetic understanding. It was the same sad, kind look he’d given Lea when she’d entrusted him with her locket long ago, when she had feebly told him that she could no longer bear the overpowering grief looking upon the three smiling faces kept within its ornate casing would lance through her heart. The longing for those beautiful but ephemeral days had been too much. Lea’s chest constricted, like her lungs were valiantly trying to throttle her to death. He should not be trying to reassure her— she was not the one who deserved reassuring. He should not be looking at her like that, like she was the one who was the worst off out of the two of them. He had no reason to smile at her so warmly, as though she wasn’t entirely to blame for the tragedy he was now entrenched in. For not the first time, and certainly not the last, Lea felt sickened by the sheer profundity of her own failures. - In which the Legendary Stalker survives the events of the Rose Estate, and lives long enough to see what became of her ill-fated, sole surviving apprentice.

Fics like my golden crown of sorrow, my bloody sword to swing

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