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Even though Mhalyn was certain no one out here would recognize her, especially not so early in the morning it was still dark, she was still on edge. She was a traitor now, an enemy to Daryan, the sole leader of Lys-Akkaria. Mhalyn sighed thinking about that. They'd gotten to a place she'd never thought possible. At this point, Lys-Akkaria was just as bad as Orinovo. They had an all-powerful dictator for a leader. She sighed, her eyes burning. It hurt to think about it, but she refused
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He's definitely hallucinating, but someone there is definitely helping him
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Since Fennrin and the soldiers found themselves in a village even closer to the capital than Tenremi next, Fennrin decided to go to Daryan to talk to him about the shadow wolf in person once they took a break from searching and interrogating people. After sundown, he quickly traveled all the way up to the palace, very excited to see Daryan despite knowing he was unlikely to get affection from the man. But maybe he would at the very least be pleased by Fennrin's newfound power. But when
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Yes, it's very fanfic-esque and I would do it again
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Ainreth gritted his teeth as the needle pierced his arm, wincing as the crazy woman he was at the mercy of pushed down the plunger, forcing whatever liquid had been in it into his veins, burning him inside. The pain was manageable so far, but he was certain it would get much worse. "What is that?" he growled. He dreaded what might happen to him, but he had to know. He had to know what kind of torture he was in for. "I am so happy you asked," the woman said, putting the syringe awa
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This can only end well
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Fennrin was so relieved the collar was no longer squeezing his throat or stabbing into him. It still hurt to move his head, but Daryan had given him something for the pain, so that was helpful. He couldn't fail. He couldn't afford to. He just needed to do anything he could to help Daryan win this war, and then everything would be good again. Fennrin pulled his coat tighter around himself. He knew no one could see the thorn collar around his neck under all of the layers of his clothes,
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Good point but she wouldn't know which one it is
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Mhalyn came to slowly, her head floating. It was dark. And whatever she was laying on was moving, bumpy. There was a clip-clop noise. Where was she? The last thing she remembered was being attacked by the person she had trusted the most just a month ago. And...dying. She must have died. The only one who could have saved her was Daryan, but he wouldn't have, surely. Was this an afterlife? Lys-Akkarians didn't truly believe in one, not like the people in Orinovo, but no one discount
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Correct, that's the reason
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he needs more un-brainwashing first
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Ainreth groaned as he woke up, his eyelids too heavy to lift. He wanted to go right back to sleep. His body just felt drained, oh so drained. He could hear people talking softly nearby, but he couldn't understand the words they were saying. What had he drunk to feel so dead? Then again, he didn't have a splitting headache or the need to throw up. He was just too tired to exist while his heart was squeezed with dread. But why? What had happened? Ainreth groaned again as he fin
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I hope it's satisfying when it finally comes
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Fennrin groaned, waking up with his head hurting and his mouth dry. This feeling was familiar for some reason, but he couldn't remember why. It took considerable effort to open his eyes, realizing that he was laying on the carpet in his and Daryan's chambers. He squinted around until he noticed his lover standing nearby, looking down at him with a scowl. Fennrin immediately flinched, his heart lurching. Oh by the moon, he'd done something wrong again. Oh sun, oh no. "You fail
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Mhalyn walked inside the palace, strangely calm and focused, the sleeping tonic in her pocket. She had disposed of the instructions on where to find Petre later. Even though she would have loved to hang onto it just to make sure she didn't misremember, she couldn't let that fall into the wrong hands. It would be better to lose contact with Petre than to risk having them be discovered. Mhalyn wasn't certain if her plan here was going to work. She had told the city guard to spread the wo
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Hope nothing terrible happens to her
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Mhalyn knew something was wrong. She hadn't figured out what yet, but something was horribly, horribly wrong. She'd met the Arbiter just now, and they had acted odd—far too unfocused, and claiming that there was something very important they needed to do. It wouldn't have been that concerning on its own. After all, the Arbiter could have simply had too much on their mind, or they could have not slept well, or had perhaps not slept at all, as they'd done before. But no. This was chillin
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Aside from a few strange, confusing conversations he'd had with people, and the overall situation, Fennrin felt very nice. It wasn't good that Daryan was on house arrest and had his power limited. In fact, it was incredibly unfair. Daryan hadn't done anything to warrant such a punishment. But at least Fennrin got to spend time with him. He was currently kneeling on the floor at Daryan's feet, as he'd been told to, and Daryan was stroking his newly short hair. He'd said he would like Fe
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Possibly, eventually 🫠
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Yarima couldn't believe what she was seeing. Who she was looking at. Her childhood best friend, the one she'd taken her first priori power from, the one she'd hurt without meaning to. It had been so long ago, and yet she remembered with such clarity. The look of betrayal on Katya's face when she realized what Yarima had done to her. She must have realized it before Yarima even, feeling her power drain out of her. Yarima didn't know what had happened after that. She'd just run beca
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Imprisoned in the Orinovo, Ainreth is experimented on in an attempt to figure out lightweaver creation. Things seem hopeless, until unlikely allies join his side to help him. Meanwhile in Lys-Akkaria, Mhalyn works with the rebels to come up with a rescue plan to get Fennrin out of Daryan's clutches and ensure he permanently loses his power over the country.
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Fenn under his control and Ain out of the picture. Daryan's dreams are just coming true
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Desperate times required desperate actions. And Mhalyn couldn't imagine the times to become any more desperate. After what had happened, the Court had decided to put Daryan into house arrest and take away his power through an old law meant for crises. And Mhalyn would have thought that to be good given what Daryan had been doing. But she'd seen Fennrin as well. Daryan had done something to him. Before he'd been angry and irritable, but Mhalyn had felt like she could still reason with h
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Super happy to hear you're enjoying the series Book 3 is even longer than this one, things might soon finally stop getting worse and start to get better
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He's not letting anyone or anything stop him at this point
