They Don't Know You Like I Do

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Achdemon Empress Luna

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Apollyon glanced down, baring his teeth to scowl at the grass, which didn't do anything to him. "One noble told me that I might belong to the Summer Courts, but the kind of Fae that I am couldn't be trusted."

"The eccentricities of character do not necessarily lead to unreliability," Luna told Apollyon, defending him. "One must look beyond appearances to see the essence of feelings and intentions."

"They don't know you as I do." Luna looked him in the eye, and Apollyon noticed.

They stared at each other for a silent moment.

The warm breeze would make their messy hair a beautiful nest for the robbins chirping from the branches.

Apollyon stepped closer to her, and his big body blocked the slivers of sunlight shooting from the canopy of leaves and branches above their heads, shading her from the sunlight.