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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
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appropriate reaction
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Ainreth really, really wanted to spend the next month at least drunk in whichever tavern would take him. The rumors had been true. Varilik really had decided to steal Fenn from Ain. And it was sort of obvious that had been his plan all along, wasn't it? Who kissed an acquaintance on the cheek randomly? Who invited them to get a drink in the middle of the night and then let them sleep in the tent that only had one bedroll in it? And now there was no doubt Fennrin was well and truly on t
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Fennrin was still reeling from what had happened. The following festivities after the feast had been cancelled given the situation, but his hands were still shaking. He'd not expected Daryan's fake assassin to try to kill him, let alone the way he had. Fennrin had certainly been waiting for the man to strike, but to throw a knife at the Herald? Fennrin had nearly not managed to stop the knife in time. If he had failed, it would have ruined everything, and it would have been Fennrin's f
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Ainreth hated everything. He didn't want to be at the palace, he certainly didn't want to take part in the Day of the Moon. And he wanted to be nowhere near the Herald even more than that. And yet he was here, sitting at the table opposite to where he would be sitting. Blight. Why was he a rare, powerful az-ari? The fame really had some drawbacks. But if he were to be honest with himself, it wasn't Varilik who was putting him in such a bad mood. It was the fact that Fenn would be here,
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Aw, thank you, I'm really glad to hear you're liking it. (I'm sometimes not 100% sure that's the case based on some of the reactions 😅)
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It had been two weeks. And despite everyone's best efforts, the war effort wasn't very successful in convincing Kyr-Toryl's citizens of the importance of seeing this through. Fennrin found himself getting increasingly more irritable, the only things helping him relax a little despite his failures being spending time with Daryan and his cat. Fennrin was currently sitting on his bed, petting Snowflake who was purring furiously in his lap, holding her close. He needed to force himself to
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Yarima snuck around the Lys-Akkarian war camp, using the cover of night to get close. It hadn't taken long for her mother to give her a task, though it had taken longer than she'd thought. Yarima was certain someone had been sent to follow her, but she was doing her absolute best to shake them off. And given the fact that she'd seen no one for days, either they were insanely good or she had managed to lose them. Yarima certainly hoped it was the latter. She didn't need a babysitter, an
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meeting in a tavern on the other side of Kyr-Toryl tonight—at the Headless Dragon." Ain nodded. He'd been to that tavern a few times. Of course the only reason he could actually recall it was the fact that the tavern did indeed have a headless dragon hanging from the ceiling, albeit it was a carved, wooden one. That was simply too strange and different for his drunk brain not to retain. "Fennrin will be there, and Varilik should as well. I want you to go there, invisible. Listen in on
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Fennrin had spoken to the crowd, and shockingly enough they seemed to have actually listened to him because they did disperse afterward. But it was probably mostly Daryan's speech he'd given before that convinced them. It had been very difficult to say anything, though. Not with Ain watching the entire time. Fennrin sighed. He hadn't been very fair to him, but he couldn't help but feel frustrated with him. He'd not expected his emotions to get the better of him the way they had, but it was
