My Love, the Night

by Distorted Flare

First published

I never win our little games we play together. She always beat me, be it strength, tactical brilliance, or skill with a blade. No matter what I do, I never beat her. But did that discourage me from trying? Not even for a second. Underneath her cold, mistress of the night façade was a mare that merely wished to be loved and accepted.

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