A Vampire's Poet, A Lover's Curse

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…Katja looked at his outstretched hand, the hand that had saved her, that had transformed her, that had bound her to him. The plea in her heart was no longer just for sunlight, but for agency, for a future where her love for Vladislaus did not necessitate the death of her own spirit. She took his hand, her fingers cool against his, a silent acknowledgment of the path they were about to tread. The gilded cage remained, but now, within its bars, a poet was beginning to dream of flight.