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When Fennrin reached Lor-Lyntera, he immediately frowned. There were barricades blocking off access to the gate, and there were many armored people defending it. Fennrin could count at least a dozen, some of who must have been deserters from the army given that they were wearing the lightforged armor he and Ainreth had made. Others were only equipped with chainmail or not even that. Fennrin's group counted only six people, including him—a general and four soldiers. But there was hardly

Honestly she should just kill all the nobles and become a peaceful temporary dictator

That would be the rational approach

"Lys-Akkaria grows weak," said the queen. Yarima scowled. When she'd gotten called to see her mother, she hadn't been sure what it would be about. And she still wasn't. "You want to attack them?" Yarima asked because what else could this possibly mean? It didn't make it sound any less insane, however. "Now is the appropriate time," Svytlani said, a pensive frown on her face as she sat on her throne. "My spies have confirmed what you've discovered—Lys-Akkaria is fighting with itsel

None in canon, but I'm not one to police ships

Fenn is losing it

Fennrin sobbed into Daryan's shoulder as thorns once again ripped his skin open, ever deeper. It hurt so much, but he knew he deserved it. He kept failing Daryan. "You need to do better, Fenn," Daryan told him, his voice just as gentle as ever as he carding his fingers through Fennrin's hair. "This won't stop until you bring him in. Or kill him." "I'm t-trying," Fennrin whimpered out, shaking. "He's too strong." "You are stronger," Daryan insisted, pulling away from him enough to

Petre would probably tell Ain to give up on him. They don't like Fenn very much at this point

The next few weeks were a blur. And Ainreth was very grateful for that—it stopped him from overthinking, and kept him focused on what was really important. The Lys-Akkarian army had returned. Not all of it, of course, but enough to pose a problem given that they'd started bothering the citizens of Lys-Akkaria all over the country, specifically looking for Ainreth and people allied with him. On the plus side, though, with the proof of Varilik's lies in hand, it had been relatively easy

They really should have

Fennrin was worried, to say the least. He couldn't believe Ainreth had somehow managed to discover what he and Daryan had done. But he tried not to panic. That was the last thing anyone needed right now. "Are you okay, my dear?" asked Daryan. He and about a dozen guards were walking with him to public speech Daryan had to give to try to calm down the questioning citizens—a task Fennrin didn't envy him—but Fennrin had barely noticed they'd left the palace. "I... No." Fennrin decided to

And Daryan could stop it. Of course he doesn't

"This is...real," said Arem, studying one of the letters closely, sounding like he couldn't believe what he was reading. To be fair, Ainreth was still shocked as well. This was evidence they could actually use to convince everyone that the Herald was a liar. Ain had no illusions about some people still being in support of the war even after this, but maybe it would be enough to remove Varilik from his post. Now that would be the dream. "We need to show this everyone. Immediat

Petre might make their own. They control mushrooms, that's suspicious on its own

Spore mind control