50. Walking into the fire
Alexus I woke up with my sleeping mate in my arms, she had a sweet and peaceful smile. I planted a feather-light kiss on her forehead and she snuggled further in my arms. She had been through so much lately, but she didn’t let any of this change her essence and crush her soul. She never let pain and trauma make her bitter, cold, or plant a seed of darkness within her soul. Not like Richard and I had let. She was much stronger than any of us. My fiery muse. My resilient and gracious swan. My beloved. Even in her sleep, she had to fight, to resist. She even fought my own personal demon, E. Divina. Seeing my queen doing it, just made me further realise the extent of her strength and light, the greatness of my love, admiration, and inspiration. In the last mont
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