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Tam Lin Lancelot serves all but herself. That is the duty of all living creatures: to serve in the name of love.
And she loves the greatest, brightest star in the sky. So bright it penetrated the layer of mud she was born from and turned her into… something. She can’t say. She’s a knight, of course, she’s a fairy?
A fairy?
That is Aurora. Was? No no. This is all wrong.
Because Aurora might be her north star, but that star shines only for the sake of itself.
“Let’s go, my dear Melusine! With you, I can go anywhere.”
I love you! I love you!
How she’s wanted to hear those words! Lady Aurora, her savior, her everything! Not
Whatever attacked the Mirror clan is the foulest of beasts… the most rotten, hateful monster in all of Britain.
It makes me sick.
(Thank you, Melusine!)
Just a delusion the dragon holds.
And she has another dream.
Her beloved, slowly withering into a husk, dried and shriveled in the form of those human corpses.
Love means she can’t let that happen!
“Aurora,” the ??? whispers, before running her idea of love through. “Whether you believe it or not, I love you.”