Nimbus Summit With paper-white teeth and perfect bodies

You can't — and that is the reality of the world, but still I can give you my loyalty in hopes you won't disappear too.

He heaved, exhaustion crept in place of adrenaline.

His shoulder would scar. A wedding mark, he nearly thought.

If you accept me, I ask to be yours too. Even if only of politics. You have marked my flesh and you consider my words. We can rebuild upon a great foundation.

An heir was born to barter.