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At this point she doesn't like it but as long as the Court votes to keep the war going she has to lead the army.
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Ain is new to caring about consequences still
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For days, Ainreth had been talking to the protesters, trying to figure out how to help them out. It gave him some reason to get up in the morning. It was nice. Because the only other thing he had going on was regretting everything he'd said to Fennrin. He really hoped they could make a difference and bring him home. Fennrin would probably be annoyed with him, and more than likely hurt, but they could move on from this, surely. "Are you sure you want me giving a speech?" Ain asked Anyri
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He absolutely turned them to mulch
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Fennrin gritted his teeth, clenching both of his fists as he made all the Orinovan soldiers around him fall to the floor, their necks broken, dying in unison. He had listened to Daryan. He had tried letting go of his fear. And the results were impressive, if he said so himself. As far as he knew, very few of the hundreds of soldiers fighting with him had even been hurt because of how easy it was to cut the Orinovans down. Fennrin finished killing more of them before a horn sounded—a fa
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They will definitely try
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Growth
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Ainreth sighed as he walked to the Arbiter's office again the next day. His head still hurt from drinking the day before, and he might have sobbed into Snowflake's fur at one point, but to be honest he didn't care how he looked. He simply wanted to get this over with and then.... Probably sulk some more. The sooner he got his position back, the better. Before he drank all of his wine. And lost his mind. But when he approached Mar-Ethen's office, he paused when he heard arguing. As
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Fennrin had spent what felt like hours just thinking, staring into space in what used to be his and Ainreth's tent. Being here was definitely not helping anything, but he couldn't get himself to move, stuck replaying what happened in his head over and over. He couldn't believe they'd gotten here. He'd always thought they could talk things out, no matter what. Because they loved each other, didn't they? But Ainreth had made it perfectly clear that he wanted nothing to do with him. And t
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We can only hope
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Nothing about anything felt right, especially the world. Ainreth couldn't believe he'd essentially broken up with Fenn, lost his position and was going home in one fell swoop. He'd not wanted any of this. He didn't truly care about losing his position in the army, but the rest of it.... Ainreth had had to hold back tears many times on the way over, and even though Petre had straight up told him it was okay if he wanted to cry, he refused. Not in front of them. He couldn't just fall apa
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If Yari managed at this point to kill her mother, Orinovo wouldn't win because there would be no more justification for war. She and her brother don't want to destroy Lys-Akkaria, so peace at last
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Yarima had meant to start putting together her plan to be rid of her mother and the entire court. However, her brother had been worrying her, which kept distracting her. And if she couldn't be there for him now that she was back, what kind of sister would she be? The only problem was that he seemed hesitant to share what was bothering him. Aside from everything wrong with their country, of course. Yarima was more or less convinced it had something to do with his newly demoted boyfriend, but
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Nah ofc not, Fenn wants to do it, there's no need to convince him it's for morale
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You know him so well already
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Ainreth had barely slept. He'd had something to drink, but because he spent the whole night hoping that Fenn would come back, he hadn't gone properly blackout drunk. He had gone out to try to look for Fennrin sometime after midnight, but that had ended in failure. And now the sun was rising, and Fennrin still hadn't returned. And Ainreth was very worried. He kept telling himself that Fenn had probably just slept in another tent, even though they didn't bring any extra with them. But surely
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Unfortunately for Ain he's not immune to it either
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The ambush had been a disaster. Even though most of the Orinovan soldiers had clearly been sent to kill Fennrin and Ainreth, thirty soldier had died, so far their worst casualties after a single battle. They had managed to fall back and regroup, kill the Orinovan soldiers, but it was too late. And since the incident, he and Ain had not spoken, aside from a few curt orders Fennrin had received from Ainreth as a general, not as his lover. So to say that Fennrin was tense would be an unde
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And so it shall, for better or for worse
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I think Petre would become a supervillain in that scenario
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They were fighting again for what felt like the tenth time that week. It made Fennrin incredibly miserable, but he couldn't just back down and let Ainreth have his way because he couldn't agree with what Ain was saying. Especially right now because the subject was Fennrin's powers. He couldn't believe the one person who supported him using them was now having doubts. "All I'm saying is you're tearing people in two, and it's frightening, okay?" Fennrin scowled harder, throwing his arms
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Something something war never changes
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I don't think even he knows how far Daryan can go
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They crushed the other town even more quickly than the first, despite the locals attempting to use guerilla warfare against them. One soldier had nearly gotten stabbing through with a sword, but her armor protected her enough that she was only injured by the sword sliding along her breastplate and stabbing her shoulder. And Ainreth still didn't like this. The first town had only been defending itself, and this one had attacked them first likely only because the people had thought they'd hav
