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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
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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
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Epilogue IV: Royal Wedding
dragonthusiast commented on dragonthusiast's story chapter in Epilogue IV: Royal Wedding
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
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Epilogue III: A Mushroom Surprise
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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
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Epilogue II: The Queen, the Herald, and the Soldier
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Not them having three weddings back to back -
Epilogue II: The Queen, the Herald, and the Soldier
dragonthusiast posted new chapter in Bring the Dawn
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
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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
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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
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Soon in two pieces
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"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
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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
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This is why he had to be an antagonist, he'd make it too easy for the protagonists to win lmao
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Ainreth couldn't be sure how many days or even weeks had passed. Between the hunger and torture at the hands of that insane woman, sleeping often when he got the chance had become a temptation too great to pass up on when there was nothing else to do. It did come at a cost, though—he was at all times keenly aware that every time he was brought back to his cell and left to recover, it would be Fennrin's arms being stabbed with syringes instead. Ain teared up just thinking about it. It tore h
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Fennrin whimpered as he was thrown back into his cell, not even able to curl up. He'd never been in so much pain in his life. Stankova had injected him with traces of Ain's prio, or so she had said, and it made Fennrin feel like he was on fire, his body somehow fading in and out of shadows in an attempt to escape the light within his veins. He trembled and sobbed brokenly with no tears left to cry, no voice left to express his agony beyond a few small whimpers as he felt himself shifting b
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I think Svytlani would consider that impressive rather than worrying
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Always does, the bastard
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Denir sat in one of the thrones meant for the Lys-Akkarian Courtiers, at his mothers side, unable to look away from the bloody stains on the carpet below him. He was torn between fury and fear for his Nevy, while being unable to act on either. Their soldiers were probably hitting and kicking him while all Denir could do here was sit and be useless. It made him want to cry, but he refused. He wouldn't give his mother anything but a stony mask. "I expect you to pay attention. If you are to on
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That would be such poetic justice
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Fennrin couldn't believe his horrible fate. His cell was right next to Daryan's. He wondered if Svytlani had done that on purpose for whatever reason. Or perhaps the reason was simply to torture him. "I did not expect us to reunite so soon," Daryan mocked him at him as soon as the soldiers who had brought Fennrin here locked the cell door and walked off, making fun of him for being weak all the while. Fennrin pointedly looked away, ignoring the former Herald and instead focused on the
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Does she know he's part of her family even?
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Neven hadn't expected a warm welcome upon being captured by his former allies, but he'd not seen being brought to Svytlani herself coming. Still, he kept his face stony, no matter how many of his former soldiers spat at him, hit him, and called him names. He was sure he would end up like those hanging from the city walls, no doubt dead by now. They had looked half-dead to begin with. Svytlani had made them watch as her soldiers hung the Lys-Akkarian traitors and then flew Orinovan flags acr
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Nah, this is the last of the trilogy, we are in for the climax soon
