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Fennrin had been trying not to cry the whole day. He'd never been so happy he couldn't reign in his emotions before, and he didn't know how to handle it. The fact that Ainreth wasn't handling things much better was making Fennrin feel better about what a mess he was, though. Ain had been glowing the whole day, literally beaming with joy. He looked magnificent. They had finished getting dressed in their wedding outfits—dark tunics and trousers decorated with gold thread—which were actually l

Neven observed his kralevna as she spent the day adjusting the throne room. Svytlani had enjoyed not using curtains, preferring to let the sun in to make all of the gold and silver surfaces within the grand space shimmer. But Yarima had told him that so much light gave her a headache, so curtains in their national shade of blue and purple had been installed. From just his imagination, it should have made the throne room moody and dark, but it was actually quite comfortable, which was an emo

Due to a mixup on my part, it's mentioned he got a prosthetic for his fingers in an epilogue that I'm posting today. I was changing how they go after each other and apparently kinda missed this detail whoops 😅

Denir could barely stay still, even as servants helped him get dressed in his wedding attire. He'd never thought wearing this would be so joyous. He'd always assumed his would be a political marriage, and at best he and the noblewoman he'd be marrying would be friends and allies while he could be with Neven in secret. The thought of actually marrying his beloved in Orinovo had been so far out of the realm of possibilities for him that he'd not even dared to daydream about it. He looked at h

They can go back to forming a happy found family

Fennrin adjusted his hold on the plant pot he was holding, hoping that his gift was somehow not going to just die as soon as Petre saw it. Fennrin knew that Petre had mostly moved on and forgiven him, but it didn't feel proper. Nothing official had been said, and no proper gestures had been made. So Fennrin felt a need to try to do better than just assume everything was fine now, and never properly reach out to make amends. They now had time for that, thankfully. He knocked on Petre's

Not them having three weddings back to back

Enlin sighed, fidgeting with the edge of the page of the book she was attempting to read, going over the same paragraph for the tenth time. She was sitting cross-legged on the bed, waiting for Yari and Mhally to come back from their meeting, and she couldn't focus on anything but her thoughts, no matter her attempts to do anything but that. Enlin just couldn't help but feel a little lesser to her partners, and that was a truth that wasn't going away no matter how much she tried to push thos

The fact that he was about to be reunited with his parents, who were all thankfully okay, was just such a relief for Ainreth. Right next to managing to figure things out with Fenn, and saving both Lys-Akkaria and Orinovo, this was his biggest source of joy. Everything had worked out, and Ainreth was still over the moon and sun about it. As surreal as it still felt to imagine how everything would be okay, that it would finally start getting better, it was only properly starting to hit him as

Thank you so much! And damn right. I would have given a wedding to Yari, Enlin, and Mhalyn too, but I'm planning on writing a Yarima novel about trying to handle the new world order, so I'll put that in that

Seeing a bound Daryan and Svytlani being brought to their respective chopping blocks, two masked executioners with massive axes standing on each side of them, made Fennrin question his morality yet again because he felt nothing but joy, but this time he didn't care if it made him a monster. He was going to enjoy seeing the two people that had tormented him, Ain, and everyone they cared about getting executed for their actions right in front of the palace. Daryan hadn't been given a chance t

Soon in two pieces

"When did you even have the time to learn what this man sounded like?" Ainreth whispered to Yarima as they made their way through the castle, surrounded by enemies at every turn. He really hoped that Denir's adjustment to their plan was going to work. His sister seemed convinced of it, as well. "I was so obnoxious he had no choice but to threaten me himself," Yarima said, grinning at him. They were currently hiding in a broom closet, waiting for some soldiers to pass them so they coul

Fennrin thought he was still dreaming when he heard Ain calling his name. He blinked his eyes open but only a crack, too drowsy to manage much more than that. "...Ain?" "Fenn, liri, it's me, it's me. You have to wake up." Fennrin groaned as he sat up, his eyes flying open as he finally realized that this didn't feel like a dream. Ainreth was standing in front of his cell, glowing and brilliant, even in his torn, dirty clothing and far too skinny frame. Fennrin stumbled to his

This is why he had to be an antagonist, he'd make it too easy for the protagonists to win lmao