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Indeed, things are only bound to get worse
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When Fennrin reached Lor-Lyntera, he immediately frowned. There were barricades blocking off access to the gate, and there were many armored people defending it. Fennrin could count at least a dozen, some of who must have been deserters from the army given that they were wearing the lightforged armor he and Ainreth had made. Others were only equipped with chainmail or not even that. Fennrin's group counted only six people, including him—a general and four soldiers. But there was hardly
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Honestly she should just kill all the nobles and become a peaceful temporary dictator
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That would be the rational approach
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"Lys-Akkaria grows weak," said the queen. Yarima scowled. When she'd gotten called to see her mother, she hadn't been sure what it would be about. And she still wasn't. "You want to attack them?" Yarima asked because what else could this possibly mean? It didn't make it sound any less insane, however. "Now is the appropriate time," Svytlani said, a pensive frown on her face as she sat on her throne. "My spies have confirmed what you've discovered—Lys-Akkaria is fighting with itsel
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None in canon, but I'm not one to police ships
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Fenn is losing it
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Fennrin sobbed into Daryan's shoulder as thorns once again ripped his skin open, ever deeper. It hurt so much, but he knew he deserved it. He kept failing Daryan. "You need to do better, Fenn," Daryan told him, his voice just as gentle as ever as he carding his fingers through Fennrin's hair. "This won't stop until you bring him in. Or kill him." "I'm t-trying," Fennrin whimpered out, shaking. "He's too strong." "You are stronger," Daryan insisted, pulling away from him enough to
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Petre would probably tell Ain to give up on him. They don't like Fenn very much at this point
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The next few weeks were a blur. And Ainreth was very grateful for that—it stopped him from overthinking, and kept him focused on what was really important. The Lys-Akkarian army had returned. Not all of it, of course, but enough to pose a problem given that they'd started bothering the citizens of Lys-Akkaria all over the country, specifically looking for Ainreth and people allied with him. On the plus side, though, with the proof of Varilik's lies in hand, it had been relatively easy
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They really should have
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Fennrin was worried, to say the least. He couldn't believe Ainreth had somehow managed to discover what he and Daryan had done. But he tried not to panic. That was the last thing anyone needed right now. "Are you okay, my dear?" asked Daryan. He and about a dozen guards were walking with him to public speech Daryan had to give to try to calm down the questioning citizens—a task Fennrin didn't envy him—but Fennrin had barely noticed they'd left the palace. "I... No." Fennrin decided to
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And Daryan could stop it. Of course he doesn't
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"This is...real," said Arem, studying one of the letters closely, sounding like he couldn't believe what he was reading. To be fair, Ainreth was still shocked as well. This was evidence they could actually use to convince everyone that the Herald was a liar. Ain had no illusions about some people still being in support of the war even after this, but maybe it would be enough to remove Varilik from his post. Now that would be the dream. "We need to show this everyone. Immediat
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Petre might make their own. They control mushrooms, that's suspicious on its own
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Spore mind control
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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 🙃
