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Petre was hiding something, Ainreth knew that much from how they had been acting since coming back to the warehouse. But he had no idea what. When he'd asked them, they'd ignored him, and instead called for a meeting, actively stopping any further chances of investigating what was up. But Ainreth supposed it was none of his business. If Petre wanted help, they could ask for it, and that was about as much as there was to it. He, Petre, Anyri, Arem, and a few others were gathered around
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Now that's an idea. It's nothing that sophisticated but imagine if it was like a bomb or something
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While he does feel some fondness, Daryan mostly sees Fenn as a means to an end. His goals come before anything or anyone else
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All great observations
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Fennrin was reeling. He'd let anger and pain distract him so much that for a second he lost his hold on Oretski. He'd completely forgotten the man had been there. And the kapetan had immediately used his lapse of concentration to defeat him. How was he going to explain this to Daryan? The man already had enough to worry about without adding two Orinovo agents into the mix. He could lie, of course, to put his mind at ease, but he didn't want to lie to Daryan, ever. Fennrin sighed as he
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Yarima was absolutely shaken by everything that had been happening over the last day. She and Oretski had mostly hidden out of the way while the people of Kyr-Toryl fought with the guards and sometimes each other. There had mostly just been brawls, nothing more than a few broken bones, but it was surreal to see this happening in person. Yarima had never seen protests like this. Whoever dared to question the queen disappeared, and her soldiers and guards were well paid enough to keep in
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They sure are pissed
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Ainreth woke up with a groan. For a moment, he couldn't remember where he was or how he'd gotten here, but the searing pain radiating from his back reminded him very quickly. He'd gotten a public lashing for attacking Varilik. By Varilik. And Fenn.... Oh, sun, this was such a mess. Ainreth hisses as he pulled himself to sit on the bed he'd passed out on. Petre and the other war protestors had brought him here afterward. He remembered as much. He remembered turning himself invisible jus
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He thinks he's flying I bet 🙃
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The theme of this story arc is wrong for sure
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Give it a few more (dozen) chapters lmao
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Probably what will happen at the end of this book 👀
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I'm delighted to hear it😊
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Perfectly fine, don't make yourself read something you don't enjoy
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Fennrin had known Ainreth would get punished for what he'd done. But to watch the punishment Daryan had chosen, to assist in it happening.... He still felt sick to his stomach. His hands shook. He could still hear Ain's screams of pain. And Daryan was so...unaffected by it. He was his usual calm, collected self. Usually that would calm Fennrin too, but now it just unnerved him. How could he be so casual after whipping Ainreth the way he had? Was it just his age that desensitized him to
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Daryan knows it would be a step too far at this point in time
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Indeed, civil war is brewing
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Yarima had initially been ecstatic to be sent on a spy mission to Kyr-Toryl, even if she had to bring Oretski with her. Or more accurately, she was going there with him because unlike Yarima, the queen trusted him to stop her from running off. But now that they were here, cloaked so no one could recognize them, she could sense a tension that didn't belong to the place at all. Everyone around them seemed grim and glum, lost in their own thoughts, or perhaps quietly talking in a small group o
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Man let himself love again after a decade and it's tearing a country apart
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Yes, and Fenn was getting better before a certain someone decided to use him, I'd like to add. He still thinks he's getting better because he wants to get better, so not letting him redeem himself wouldn't make any narrative sense to me either
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I chose not to write the sex because the "romance" between these two is bad enough, but I accept fanfiction
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If that's how you see it, you're gonna be disappointed.
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Ainreth was progressively getting angrier and angrier. It had been a few days over the time limit that people with Orinovan heritage had had to sign that document, and some had refused to, which meant that a few of them had already started to be harassed by guards, investigated for suspicious behavior. At least it had one good consequence though—the anti-war protesters were as a group closer than ever. Some had left them to protect their families now that Varilik was taking steps like this,
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And it will only get worse
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Fennrin felt quite good about how things had turned out so far. Daryan seemed pleased, and the people would hopefully calm down. They didn't need more troubles, right now. Though Fennrin couldn't help but question this because they had caused this. Surely Daryan had had some idea of what could have happened. "Do you truly think that the attacks on Orinovans living in Lys-Akkaria will stop because they sign that document?" Daryan smiled at him. "Of course. I wouldn't have done this
