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Me while writing book 2
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Ainreth gently cleaned the gash on Fennrin's back, hating every little twitch he caused by wiping off the dried and fresh blood beading up. Fenn hadn't stopped shaking this whole time, but Ain knew it wasn't because of the pain, or at least not entirely. And it tore at Ain's heart. They were at home, on their bed—nothing should be making Fenn be so distressed here in this place of comfort. "Fenn, this isn't your fault," Ainreth finally broke through the silence, taking one last rub over the
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An army was marching through Lys-Akkaria, burning everything in their path, heading right for them, and Fennrin was trying so hard not to panic. He wasn't even afraid of being hurt himself, no—he was absolutely terrified of having to hurt anyone else. How was he going to be able to stomach killing anyone else after all he'd done? But he had to. There was no other choice, and he knew that very well. He was the only one who could stop this before it got even worse, but he couldn't stop shaking.
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It had been a week, and Neven was still amazed by how different Lys-Akkaria seemed to be. Being in its heart would have been his nightmare just a few weeks ago, and now he was here, holding hands with Denir, and if anyone stared at them, it had nothing to do with the fact that two men were holding hands, but rather someone recognizing who they were. Thankfully, that was also a fairly rare occurrence, but Neven supposed it made sense. People in general didn't know what exactly Neven looked l
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After much scheming and negotiating, Yarima had managed to achieve her goal—be allowed to stay with Enlin while in Kyr-Toryl. The Lys-Akkarian Courtiers had tried to get her different accommodations, but Yarima was not throwing away her chance to spend more time with Enlin, especially when she wouldn't have to be constantly worrying about their lives for once. They had been given a moment of respite, and Yarima was determined to make use of it. Enlin had seemed quite pleased about it as wel
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Indeed. Instead of chilling out and settling down he does this
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Ain almost started crying when he and Fenn stumbled to his house, though Fenn's stumbling was more metaphorical than his own. Neither of them had wanted to be seen, so while Fenn stayed a shadow, Ain had made himself invisible. Even just the trip to his house from the palace had exhausted him, but he kept telling himself that at least his powers did seem to be returning to him. He wouldn't be burning down any armies for a long time, though, not that he wanted to have to do that ever again.
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He always has something up his sleeve
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He's the absolute worst
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"The High Herald is...our relative?" said Denir once they'd told all the rebels about what they'd found out. Denir was frowning, looking more confused than shocked, which Fennrin found quite interesting. He still couldn't believe this news, and he wasn't the one related to the Herald. He couldn't imagine how he'd feel in Denir's shoes, and yet the man just seemed baffled about how this was possible. This had definitely put a lot of things into perspective. They didn't know exactly why the H
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He's choosing the worst way to deal with family drama
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Fennrin leaned back against a bookcase, taking a deep breath. They'd been standing here, waiting for the Arbiter to appear, for what felt like hours, but he knew he was simply being impatient. They couldn't rush this, or they could risk ruining everything, or at the very least setting themselves back far too much. It was only him and Tysalin here, waiting in the dark, listening to every little creak, watching for every shadow moving in the dim archives. Fennrin had never been here befo
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I meant officially but yes she has
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She should adopt him
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Fennrin followed Tysalin as she headed to her chambers, trying not to really take in anything around him. It was very helpful that it was the middle of the night so shadows obscured everything into a dark blur, but as a shadow himself, he couldn't just close his eyes and stop seeing even the little that was visible. In fact, he even saw what was behind him this way. He didn't think about it anymore, having grown used to it, but actually stopping to realize that he had view of everything around h
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Petre opened the door as their secret knock sounded once more, only to blink at seeing the Bulwark holding the the Patron, Ghynir Fyr-Irathel, in her arms, cradling the woman with such pain in her eyes. Petre stepped aside without a word, wanting to ask what had happened but not wanting to overwhelm Tysalin. However, Ain had no such qualms. "You're back!" he cried, clearly trying to keep his voice down, but he was quiet really only by Ainreth's standards. Ain ran over, helping Tysalin put t
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She's the surrogate mother these idiots need
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Ainreth had been on edge the whole day, but finally, time was drawing near. They knew that the Bulwark had come back to her senses and was just now pretending to be under Varilik's control. They had been exchanging notes with her through a sympathizer servant at the palace, so they could communicate, but they had left that to the absolute minimum. Paper trail was the last thing they wanted to leave behind, and so they were instead meeting in person tonight. It had been a couple of days sinc
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What he needs is a foreign vacation i think but he's not getting it
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Fennrin kept taking deep breaths in a vain attempt at calming himself down. He had nothing to fear, he kept telling himself. No one would see him as a shadow, no one could catch him as a shadow. All he needed to do was sneak into the Bulwark's chambers, find the drug, and switch it for the liquid Petre had given him. Tysalin no doubt had the drug on her, but that was partly why he was coming in at night. This approach had worked with him, so it would with her as well. Fennrin clenched his h
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Soon soon 😩
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Baby steps
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Ainreth could barely recognize his home. There was a curfew and rations now, two things that made a thick atmosphere of moroseness permeate seemingly from the very land itself. Maybe it was just him imagining that because of Varilik being in charge, but something about Lys-Akkaria was fundementally different and worse. When he looked at the towns and villages, even from a distance, they just seemed bleaker and dimmer, perfectly matched by the constant gray cloudiness that had been fol
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Neven could sense the change of atmosphere in everyone around him the moment they crossed the border. But while the Lys-Akkarians seemed elated to be home, despite the fact that they were considered criminals here, the Orinovan portion of the group got even more tense. And by that, Neven mostly meant himself because Yarima was just as bold as always. The determination in her eyes made her look almost excited to get their mission done despite this not being her country she would be fighting
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Ainreth was floating. He didn't know where he was or what time it was, and his eyelids were so, so heavy. He could hear people talking around him, but he couldn't make out any words. It was all just noise, and honestly quite annoying noise. It grated on his brain like a mosquito. But he couldn't wake up enough to tell the people talking to stop. The surface he was laying on was hard, but there was something soft under his head. Ainreth twitched his fingers, touching the ground beneath his f
