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The poor guy can never win
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Fennrin was constantly on the verge of tears. All he'd done since getting to the basement shelter was watch Ainreth sleep and feel worse and worse. The guilt threatened to choke him for good. He couldn't even brush hair back from his beloved's forehead without harming him. It was so fittingly poetic. Fennrin's very touch hurt his lover. He couldn't make contact with him, no matter how he yearned for it, how he yearned to cradle him close and protect him. If Yarima was right about her assump
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Aw don't apologize, all good, enjoy it whenever and however you want! Thank you for any comments you do leave. I hope you like the book(s)!
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Neven didn't care about being spotted anymore. He tried to avoid being seen when possible, taking turns into dark corridors and into rooms with shadowed corners, but there was no longer anything muffling his steps as he marched to Tyr-Naralyn's cell. His queen was fighting for her life, all so he could save the man, and Neven was not going to fail. He would succeed no matter what it took to free Tyr-Naralyn, not just for his queen and country, but also for himself, to undo his mistake of br
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Words to live by
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It was a dark, cloudy night, perfect for what they had in store. But to Yarima, the glow of torches on the palace walls was as bright as the sun. They were far too visible, even like this, with Fennrin cloaking them with his shadows, hooded and walking through rarely used corridors. Not wanting to leave anything to chance, Yarima was making certain none of them made a single noise, constantly moving her fingers as they went, removing the thuds threatening to be made by their boots against stone.
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Yarima didn't know how long they've been engulfed in the impenetrable dark. In her mind, she knew she was still in the same place, the same rooms, but it was so easy to slip into forgetting that when faced with this void. They'd been training how to traverse it since they would need to cross a whole floor of the labs this way and slip by unnoticed—a task that would be impossible for Yarima if not for her ability to control sound. She wasn't as good at the other priori abilities she'd t
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They needed to block reinforcements from coming in, they could be followed and ganged up on later, and if anyone gets in the position of threatening Ain's life Fenn folds
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Neven waited impatiently in the palace's old storage rooms, pacing around the space made of brick walls and arched ceilings. After the palace had been remodeled and extended, this space was impractically far away from the throne room, so it was now largely unused. The perfect hiding spot in plain sight. Or as perfect as they were going to get. He nor the soon-to-be kralevna could afford to be out of Svytlani's sight for suspiciously long periods of time, and this location provided the
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He might have been up to murdering the whole city at this point if allowed to
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Fennrin's fingers itched with the need to punish as they made their way through the tunnels, the darkness around them swirling. He was very glad that the others couldn't see it. It was simply too dark to make out anything, but he could tell what he was doing, even if unintentionally. He was also glad that no one else was nearby because he might have killed them on sight, just for being a servant of Queen Svytlani. By the moon, how Fennrin wanted to ruin this whole city, this whole country,
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The poor thing is broken
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Mhalyn couldn't take this anymore. It had been days, they were nearing Diramisk, and they were still lying to Fennrin about Ainreth. And she was done with it. He'd shown that he could be trusted, he'd shown that he'd only been hunting them in the first place because he had been controlled by Daryan. Enough was enough. Knowing that going to Petre would be pointless, Mhalyn instead decided to petition Anyri. Petre would listen to Anyri, surely. She sped up her walk to gradually get
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I wish someone would experiment on her
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They'll calm down once big brother is rescued
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They don't take Ain's wellbeing lightly and are very bitter rn
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Fennrin couldn't do anything other than gape at Petre in that moment, frozen in the absolute horror of what he'd just heard. He could feel his eyes start to leak more tears, could hear himself let out a sob, but his mind was blank. As if it couldn't handle the content of the sentence. Ain was...dead? Because of him? But.... No, he couldn't be dead. He just couldn't. Fennrin had to save him, he had to fix this, he had to make things be okay again. He couldn't be dead. He just couldn't.
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Petre is more risking Ain being pissed with them than Fenn tbh
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They'll calm down eventually
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Mhalyn couldn't help but gasp when she saw Fennrin being led toward their forest-side camp, utterly broken-looking, his hands bound . There were gasps all around her, echoing her, but she had the feeling those gasps were not due to shocked pity like hers. Fennrin's head hung low, clearly refusing to look at anyone, but still Mhalyn could see just how red his eyes were, how thin he seemed, not just in his frame but his face as well. Had he not been eating properly on his chase of them?
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One of the only ones too currently
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Something was wrong. So terribly wrong. Fennrin had noticed the dread around noon, the same dread he'd felt every so often these past few weeks. At first it was somewhat easy to ignore, but as he kept looking for the rebels, it got worse and worse until eventually he had to stop. He braced himself against a tree, his throat closed up as he breathed hard, feeling as someone had reached into his ribcage and squeezed his heart and lungs. It was as if he was anxious, but infinitely worse.
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His only remaining motivation in life
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Petre villain arc was so close
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"We have to get rid of the Nightrazer," Petre said grimly once the group stopped for the night. They didn't even want to say Fennrin's name given what they were suggesting. It was much less complicated when Petre pretended Fennrin was some sort of boogieman rather than a person. He might as well be now after everything he'd done. Petre knew Mhalyn had said something had been off about Fennrin, but they didn't know the extent of what Daryan might have done to influence that. For all the
