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An easy choice given that Edward ruled, and so Ahnna said, “It is true that it was a Maridrinian who wounded my face, but that was the only blow he struck. The next was mine, and it left his innards on the outside and him dying a slow death while I cut down his companions.” She ignored the shocked gasps from the watching nobles. “I’ve been cut a hundred times or more by those who desired my death and worse, yet I am the one who still draws breath, whereas they are naught but shit expelled from the asses of Ithicana’s sharks.”
Bronwyn sat up, pushing Ahnna out of the way as she did and then resting her face in her hands. “Those of us in the compound were pitted against one another, a competition to be the one who’d go to Ithicana to destroy the great oppressor of our people. None of us realized that our father intended to sacrifice the rejects in the name of secrecy, so we were all motivated for different reasons. Honor. Pride. Justice. Loyalty. But me…I was motivated by fear. Not fear of losing, but of winning. Because there was no worse fate that I could possibly imagine than having to wed a man.”
He huffed out a breath that was pure annoyance. “Because William needs a woman who will make him feel good about himself. A woman who will elevate him even when it comes at a sacrifice to herself. A woman like…like Alexandra.” He wants to be mothered?
“A love for the ages,” Ahnna said. “If they’d been unable to rescue Zarrah as they did, I suspect he’d have set the world on fire to win her free. She consumes him to the exclusion of all else.” “Love like that can be dangerous,”
Heat rose to Ahnna’s cheeks, but she shoved away her thoughts about that and said, “I don’t need you to protect me, Jor”—and before the hurt her words might elicit rose in his eyes, she shoved the letter into his hands—“but this little princess surely does.”

