FD

(“I have Loved You…” Rewrite) You valued your free time and the second you’re named the Diadem of the season your freedom crumbles right before your very eyes. The eyes of the ton fall on you, and your eyes sweep over the many suitors watching you with varying expressions—disinterest, displeasure, intrigue, curiosity, superiority, grudging respect. Being the Diadem meant you were a trophy, the porcelain doll, the thing the wizards should desire over everything else and the witches should envy most. And other words would be… your younger sister, Amelia’s biggest dream… You never wanted this. And what’s worse is you knew that the Seasons Seeker would be looking at you too.