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With all of the world stretched vast beyond him, the High Lord of Spring turns to Iphigenia. Then, so slow as to seem diffident, he offers his hand to her.
It is now a hand as any other. Those tempestuous claws are hidden away, and though she knows they lie in wait beneath, his knuckles bear no lasting mark from them. His nails are tidy and recently kempt; his palms are broad as the rest of him and toughened against the weaponry he is versed with. So, too, are the tips of his fingers, little crescent moons pressed into them. These, she lingers on.
An irrevocable end held out in front of her eyes—and after, as there is for so few: an irrevocable beginning.
Both take her with unexpected tenderness.
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or: after being liberated from her bodily servitude to the high lord of autumn, iphigenia belrose takes refuge in the derelict spring court alongside her savior: the high lord of spring himself, tamlin. together, they claw their way towards their new beginning.