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You all should be ashamed of yourselves.
EMILY. EMILY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.
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Eddis stared. “Your capacity to land yourself in a mess because you didn’t think first, Eugenides, will never cease to amaze me. What do you mean you didn’t think about being king? Is Attolia going to marry you and move into my library?”
The Queen of Attolia, Megan Whalen Turner
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The Queen of Attolia by Megan Whalen Turner // Attolia Irene //
Inside the room Eugenides looked to be sitting on the floor, his legs curled beside him. His eyes were closed. He didn’t move.
Attolia stood, caught at the threshold like one who has trespassed on the mysteries and been turned to stone. How cruel of the gods, she thought, to send her a boy she would love without realizing it. Who was this Thief that she would love him? A youth, just a boy with hardly a beard and no sense at all, she told herself. A liar, she thought, an enemy, a threat. He was brave, a voice inside her said, he was loyal.
A fool, she answered back. A fool and a dead one. She ached with emptiness.
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The Queen of Attolia by Megan Whalen Turner // Attolia Irene //
Inside the room Eugenides looked to be sitting on the floor, his legs curled beside him. His head and shoulders rested on the bed, one arm for a pillow. The hook on the other arm lay across his knees. His eyes were closed. He didn’t move.
Attolia stood, caught at the threshold like one who has trespassed on the mysteries and been turned to stone. How cruel of the gods, she thought, to send her a boy she would love without realizing it.
Attolia was alone as she had always been, but she had never felt so desolate. Who was this Thief that she would love him? A youth, just a boy with hardly a beard and no sense at all, she told herself. A liar, she thought, an enemy, a threat. He was brave, a voice inside her said, he was loyal.
A fool, she answered back. A fool and a dead one. She ached with emptiness.
Queen’s Thief Appreciation Week Day Four: Favorite Ship
Eugenides x Irene (aka Attolis x Attolia)
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The Queen of Attolia by Megan Whalen Turner // That Scene //
He begged, “Please, please,” as if his heart were breaking.
Attolia saw his body jerk against the straps. She had expected him to cry out, but he made no sound.
He struggled for breath as his thoughts circled like birds that couldn’t find a perch, searching for a way to change the truth, to change the queen of Attolia, but her decision was final, the action irrevocable.
“Eugenides”—he heard her cool voice through the agony—“have I exceeded the restraints of tradition? Have I offended the gods?” and he heard someone whisper with his voice, “No, Your Majesty.”
#heckity heckity heCK#the cool blue is such a contrast to what I'd expect#queen's thief#qt spoilers#aesthetics (via @throwaninkpot )
Yeah, blue and gold wasn’t quite my first instinct, but it the coolness you mentioned definitely fits with Attolia’s personality, lol.
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The Queen of Attolia by Megan Whalen Turner // Attolia Irene //
Inside the room Eugenides looked to be sitting on the floor, his legs curled beside him. His head and shoulders rested on the bed, one arm for a pillow. The hook on the other arm lay across his knees. His eyes were closed. He didn’t move.
Attolia stood, caught at the threshold like one who has trespassed on the mysteries and been turned to stone. How cruel of the gods, she thought, to send her a boy she would love without realizing it.
Attolia was alone as she had always been, but she had never felt so desolate. Who was this Thief that she would love him? A youth, just a boy with hardly a beard and no sense at all, she told herself. A liar, she thought, an enemy, a threat. He was brave, a voice inside her said, he was loyal.
A fool, she answered back. A fool and a dead one. She ached with emptiness.
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#6 of...9, I think? Maybe 10. I dunno, we’ll see.
The Queen of Attolia by Megan Whalen Turner // Attolia Irene //
Inside the room Eugenides looked to be sitting on the floor, his legs curled beside him. His eyes were closed. He didn't move.
Attolia stood, caught at the threshold like one who has trespassed on the mysteries and been turned to stone. How cruel of the gods, she thought, to send her a boy she would love without realizing it. Who was this Thief that she would love him? A youth, just a boy with hardly a beard and no sense at all, she told herself. A liar, she thought, an enemy, a threat. He was brave, a voice inside her said, he was loyal.
A fool, she answered back. A fool and a dead one. She ached with emptiness.