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Daryan sure doesn't like them together
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It seemed that Orinovo itself had realized what they were planning because so far, there hadn't been that much opposition stopping their march on the capital, likely meaning that the queen was calling her soldiers there to protect her instead. Ainreth couldn't say he was surprised by this given that Neven had run off, which meant that he'd definitely told her everything, and also due to the queen generally not being above letting her subjects deal with the Lys-Akkarian army on its own when it me
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Not a good situation on any level
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Fennrin frowned down at the large map covering most of the table in one of the larger rooms the fort had to offer. After losing their captive, they had decided to stay for the moment, waiting for the Bulwark herself to arrive. And now that she had, there was planning to be done. Fennrin felt very useless here among all these experienced commanders and warriors, at least thirty of them packed inside the room, but Ainreth had brought him with him despite not even being a proper soldier, so th
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Nev will need a soul shaking experience to realize the truth
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Yarima hated every second of this. Talking to her mother was bad enough, but she was also being forced to witness her chew out Oretski. It would have been funny, except after Denir had come to her nearly in tears, begging her to rescue him, she'd figured out that it wasn't just some soldier her brother was dating—it was the zatrecny kapetan. So seeing the queen yell at him was a little uncomfortable, given that Denir was sitting right next to her, his expression so miserable that it seemed
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Exactly,she's way too much for them
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I wonder which of the two is more likely
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"I can't believe Neven is dating the prince of Orinovo," said Ainreth for what must have been at least the tenth time, but Fennrin couldn't blame him. He was still surprised at that revelation, too. Though it seemed to be less important to him than it was to Ain, which made sense. He barely knew Oretski, while Ain had been fighting him for a decade. "I can't believe we have to march on Diramisk," Fennrin said, sighing, cuddling closer to Ainreth where they were laying on their bedrolls side
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The poor man is very torn at most times
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His sister is very supportive provided Nev gets over his brainwashing
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Ain stared down Neven where he was standing in the middle of the small cell, his arms chained up to the ceiling. While Ain was smirking, the Orinovan glared silently. Ainreth could almost feel the way he was simmering—it was great. They had taken up residence in an old fort near the border, just to be safe with their captive. Ain would have loved to go back to Kyr-Toryl immediately, put Neven in a nice, proper prison, but time was of the essence. Once they got answers, Neven was going to be
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Ainreth wanted to tear his hair out. He couldn't believe he'd let sundering Orinovo take his Fenn away from him. Attacking their camp at night was one thing, but kidnapping Fenn? And they'd set part of the tents on fire too to distract them too much to notice which way they'd escaped. They were now tracking where they must have gone, the kidnappers apparently leaving footprints, which seemed a little odd to Ainreth. If he went kidnapping people, he'd bring his horse. But he did his best not
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He's more of a sword guy
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I agree, I'll give him one for the sequel series
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A cloak!
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Ain will find him or die trying
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Mr. Oretski is very dramatic
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Fennrin wasn't certain what woke him up in the middle of the night exactly, but he didn't want to leave Ain and go investigate in the least. Despite sleeping on their rather uncomfortable bedrolls, Fennrin couldn't think of a more pleasant place than laying in the lightweaver's arms. But then he heard a strange noise and a quiet thud. That was odd. Despite his absolutely hatred of the idea, Fennrin untangled himself from Ainreth's arms, getting up and stretching, yawning a little as he
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"I don't like this, you know," said Ain as he read their new orders over again for what felt like the hundredth time. They'd arrived a few days ago already, but they hadn't left to act on them yet. He'd already mentioned not liking staying in Orinovo before, but he liked this even less. Pushing the fight to draw out more of these experimented-on soldiers so they could capture and interrogate them? It didn't matter to him what the point of this was—it felt like trying to conquer more of the
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Yeah, the monarchy needs a reform
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She will calm down eventually
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Now that would be a ship. No, she has a thing for Enlin, Petre's friend
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Yarima sighed long and loud, wanting to share her absolute boredom with whoever else was stuck in this dank jail. She hadn't expected her mother to throw her in a cell, but she couldn't say she was that surprised by it either. Queen Svytlani wasn't exactly known for not being paranoid, but in this case, it made sense. She was probably worried Yarima might change her mind and run again, which the queen certainly didn't want. The jail and the hand clamps were a bit much, though. Yarima w
