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    Through the years, Felix tries to define his relationship with Dimitri.

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  2. Public Bookmark 33

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    Felix lost the ability to speak as Dimitri approached. There was nowhere to go but into the baths, the steam curling against his back like a warning. Fighting, too, seemed beyond him; impulse drowned out by morbid, desirous anticipation.

    Dimitri came to a stop. He was closer to Felix than he needed to be—inches away, a mere handspan. He leaned down just so, gloved fingers coming up to rest gently along Felix’s chin, the lightest impression of leather. Felix sucked in a breath at that, what he saw coming. He looked into Dimitri’s determined blue eyes, utterly caught.

    Dimitri tightened his fingers. He said, “Stop me.”

    As it turns out, yielding to one's opponent doesn't always mean losing.

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    09 Jul 2026

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    Can't believe I never bookmarked this amazing fic.

  3. Public Bookmark 28

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    It’s annoying to argue with Dimitri, so Felix just bites him instead — hard, high on the side of his neck. Dimitri yelps, and it’s so high and unkingly that Felix almost laughs.

    “Wh-What was that for?”

    “Nothing,” Felix runs a thumb across the blooming mark. “To remind them who you belong to.”

    The silence sits heavy between them. Dimitri sounds almost hopeful when he breaks it with a harsh whisper. “And who do I belong to?”

    Felix swallows hard. “To Faerghus, of course.”

    An abreviated history of Faerghus, and the many ways in which the King and his Right Hand behaved with the utmost chivalry and chastity.

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    06 Jul 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 13

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    Felix snorts. “I don't remember brawls over collecting flowers for garlands every Garland Moon, just at the weddings they result in.” He turns slightly in the saddle. “The populace can manage this themselves. Unless you plan on coming out here yourself to pick flowers.”

    “Most certainly not,” Dimitri replies seriously. “I would just ask you to pick them for me.”

    Making a flower garland would be easier if Dimitri was not a king and if Felix was not currently in Fhirdiad.

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    And here it is, the moment of truth: here or there. Shackles or freedom.

    (But would it really be freedom, when their land no longer has need for steel? There are no wars to win. No battles to fight. Their fields learn to forget the taste of blood because all the fighting has moved here, to the court, where every altercation is handled through words. There is no home as he knows it in the world anymore.

    In far too many words both spoken and not, Dimitri asks for him to build a new one here.)

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    06 May 2026

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    This is written so beautifully in character, it made my heart ache.