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That's the rational thing to do, so of course they don't focus on it
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You're right not to trust him
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Fennrin took a deep breath as more soldiers rushed at him, fear in their eyes as he raised his arm. Fennrin would feel bad for them if not for how often he did this now. The fear almost fueled him in a way. Before they could get close enough to stab him, he clenched his hand into a fist, breaking their necks in such a quick succession that their deaths were almost instantaneous. Fennrin didn't watch their bodies fall to the grassy ground, already moving to his next target on the battlefield
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After their victory over Orinovo, Lys-Akkaria decides to take back territory that used to be theirs. With the combined forces of a lightweaver and shadowforger, Orinovo doesn't stand a chance. In spite of their newfound advantage, Ainreth finds himself with doubts about how far this is going. Things get more complicated when they discover a Orinovan conspiracy. With a new threat, it becomes clear they must march on Orinovo's capital to end it. Ain's doubts lead to him and Fennrin arguing more and more with each day, and things only escalate from bad to worse when Daryan Varilik gets involved with his own hidden agenda.
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He likes war but his colleagues don't
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The battle was over. They'd returned to Kyr-Toryl yesterday evening. And yet Fennrin was still reeling a little. It was as though his body was still expecting a new battle to break out, and he found it difficult to stay still and relaxed, especially not when it turned out Ainreth had gotten cut by Yarima's throwing knives more seriously than he'd let on, so now he was resting in bed, though only because Fennrin had nagged him into it. He hadn't wanted to leave Ainreth's side, feeling like h
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As he should
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Thank you for reading, I'm so happy you liked it ☺️
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Another star falls on her
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Good question, maybe he can and doesn't know it. The author doesn't know either
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Spies. People talk
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Don't bully them 😂
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And for a limited time you get a mythical creature from the sky for free
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Losing one would be devestating though
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It's not an easy process to go through
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The High Herald's job is being a spokesperson and diplomat while sticking his nose in the other three Courtiers' business to make sure no one is abusing their power. He's not really meamt to be a soldier or strategist
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What isn't he up to
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Standing among the numerous army tents, Fennrin didn't think he'd ever felt this out of place anywhere. Not even at the palace did he feel this much like he had no business being here among the several thousand soldiers that had gathered at the border. He wasn't a soldier, had very little combat experience, and while he could use a sword now, he wasn't very good at it. And yet everyone was certain his presence here will greatly increase their chances. He had rationally known this the whole
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At least a part of this is really on the money 👀
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Definitely, Ain needs to get better
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He just can't let people being mean avout Fennrin slide ever
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Ainreth was in a horrible mood. Not even the threat of war on the horizon could make him as annoyed as traveling with the blighted Herald over any distance, let alone one as long as this. He just kept glaring at nothing as they rode their horses along the road with around ten more soldiers, rolling his eyes ever so slightly when Varilik said anything, especially when talking to Fenn. Fenn himself seemed quite happy to talk to Varilik, and it made Ainreth's blood boil. He didn't want to be t
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He's definitely not working for Orinovo, I can tell you that much
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I actually have a lil novella about Petre from that time, I'll probably post it too eventually
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He really goes from nothing to everything
