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It was so much easier to be cruel than kind. She had known that a year ago, and right now, she wasn’t sure why she had ever stopped speaking the thoughts that burned up from her fiery core.
“Do you know what books are the most valuable in my country?” Shola asked in the lull of the storm’s rage. The brightness of the luster light cast her features in a warm glow as she spoke. Jond wasn’t sure he could answer without being sick, so he shook his head. “The stories that make us feel: the fables and the romances, the adventures and the thrillers. Knowledge is not just about facts. Like muscles aren’t just what make you strong.” She gave his arms an appraising look before continuing. “You know how to fight, not because of the muscles in your arms, but because of the training you have
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Is it my destiny in life to run after powerful women? Though the thought was born from bitterness, the notion wasn’t entirely unappealing.
They each chose in that moment to belong.
The two of them had never got on, and Jond wondered if it was just because they were both too stubborn to recognize their similarities.
He had faith for the first time in a long while. Not in any one God, but faith in the future of the world. Even if they failed in this battle, the empire was no longer. His people would die free from the tyranny of oppression.
But sometimes the threads of comfort must be pulled apart before you can see the knots. Ala hadn’t realized how tightly those knots had bound her until her routine was shorn away.
