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the girl had had no idea it was Saga Volsik.
Until that moment, the girl truly had not known she was Eisa Volsik.
“You will not walk free from this building. You will be put to the pillar like the rest of your unnatural kind.”
“The queen ordered it, you fool,” growled Laxa. “You have failed her too many times. She has deemed you unworthy of her protection.”
The queen had ordered her executed. The queen thought her no longer useful.
Ashbringer was not her primary intuition,
Is she ilka?!
Kommandor Laxa’s eyes widened as they settled on the orange light gathering in her veins. “B-but…you’re a Solacer!”
“Did you know, Kommandor, that I had a twin?”
“Have you heard of Galdra twins, Kommandor? All that time in the womb…more than just blood is shared.
Nvm just a psycho
She pushed her flames upon his ridiculous bearskin hat, allowing herself a moment to absorb the sweet sounds of his screams, the beautiful sizzle of his flesh. His skin bubbled and popped.
Eisa Volsik was a name with realities Silla was not ready to consider. Heir to King Ivar’s most despised enemy—she’d
“You will no longer train with him, and if you need to speak to him, you will do so through me.”
Absolutely the fuck not
His possessive words, which once had made her blood thrum with need, had now taken on a new, unsettling meaning.
Agreed
A wasp had landed on her nose that day in Skarstad, before her father had been killed. Of course she’d thought nothing of it. But now she wondered…had the queen tracked her with wasps?
The man had spoken as though the wasps had confirmed her identity, but she did not understand.
Ditto
Not Ilías. No.
Nooooooooo
“Not killing you when I discovered you in our wagon will be a thing I regret until my last breath.”
“The only reason you live is that gods damned oath. Because of you, Ilías is dead.
She was Eisa Volsik. And Eisa Volsik was not his.
Jonas would ensure that Ilías’s death was not meaningless. That he was not made a fool. That this woman got everything she deserved.
“You are a dishonest woman. My brother is dead because of you. But not all shall be lost.” His words were cool and sharp. Eyes darker than midnight, his face swam above her. “I will turn you in, Eisa Volsik.”
oh shiiit
She was in a prison cell. He’d done it. He’d gone through with it. Jonas had turned her in.
Hekla had warned her. The little girl had warned her. Jonas himself had warned her. Why hadn’t she listened?
Ughugh men
But it wasn’t a fair comparison—Jonas’s truths were nothing but history, while Silla’s…hers were a matter of safety.
Yes but also no
Saga lived with Queen Signe. Lived among enemy wolves. What would that do to a person?
“You confuse dishonest with dishonor. They are not one and the same, Jonas. I was dishonest for my own safety. Because look—look what has been done with the truth!”
“But you have no galdur,” said Silla, trying to understand. “Their quota, they say,” said Metta.
“They have a number to reach. It does not matter if the charges are just. They simply need to fulfill their quota.”
Pigs
The crowning glory of Kopa was Ashfall,
housing Jarl Hakon, who ruled over Eystri lands in King Ivar Ironheart’s name.
Rey prayed to all the gods he knew that his hunch was wrong, that his Bloodaxe brother would not hurt her.
Think again
Exactly.
Not to mention, there were always risks heading into battle; it was a part of their life.
What have you done, Jonas? Rey had thought
Save her Rey!!!!
Every city had hidden exits, and Rey happened to know precisely where Kopa’s were located.
Thank god
Kicking the man off his blade, Rey stepped over him and strode into the darkened tunnel.
Also...where are the rest of the crew?
Twenty-three Klaernar including the kaptein, he thought. You do love a challenge.
Drooling
A smile curved Rey’s lips as he lifted his hands, drawing his galdur and priming himself in seconds.
No fucking way
“What’s the matter with him?” asked one of the King’s Claws, eyes wide as he stared at Rey’s palms. Dark, smoky tendrils spilled from them, billowing upward into the sky and gathering in a great cloud of swirling ash.
The next part went as it always did: men choking on their own screams, grabbing at their throats, flailing as they burned from within.
I think im in love
Rey drew more galdur, pulling from the external halda stores tattooed upon his chest and expressing a fresh ribbon of ash.
Magical tattoos...i need
He was shaking now. “You’re the Slátrari. The murderer!”
Ok i did not see that coming
No one gets in or out until a convoy takes her to Kunafjord.” “And then…” urged Rey, his gaze hardening. “And then she’s to sail to Sunnavík.”
“Your friend Jonas has informed us that in addition to learning of your bloodlines, he’s discovered your unusual…abilities,”
Dickfuck
Ashes, what kind of monsters were in that castle with Saga?
The skjöld leaves create a barrier too great for one’s powers to manifest,
But there is another leaf with the opposite effect. When taken, it lowers the barrier and forces one’s powers to surface. A catalyst, he’s called it.”
“Yes, dear. The catalyst was baked into that sweet roll.
“You seem to be an Ashbringer, though your skin is cold to touch,”
“What is this? I’ve never seen it before. You glow!”
