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“I think she looks stunning.” Aldrik finally spoke
“Sareem, Sareem, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” She placed a hand on the cheek that wasn’t crushed and oozing. “I…” She hiccupped, snot dripping from her nose. “I didn’t want this. Oh, Mother, I-I-I’ll never keep anything from you again, Sareem. See, see I came, so wake up now, Sareem. Please, please.” Her stomach hurt from her sobbing and her shoulders ached,
“Aldrik, how do I save him?” she asked, tears staining her soot-covered cheeks. “Vhalla,” he said faintly, taking a step closer. “How do I save him?” She rubbed her nose with the back of her hand. “You can’t do that.” There was a sorrowful kindness under each word. “I saved you.” She took a shaky breath. “How do I save him?” “It doesn’t work that way.” He knelt down next to her, putting a hand on her back. “You can’t fix this.”
His boot connected with her stomach, again and again. She tried to lift her hand to blow them away with magic, but no sorcery crackled beneath her fingertips. There wasn’t even time to panic as Mole stomped upon the appendage, the bones crunching.
“Some also consider your powers to be a form of heresy against the Mother,” Egmun continued. “There’s a reason why we killed them all!” a Western senator shouted. “They’re twisted, evil.
“You know about Windwalkers?” Vhalla asked timidly. “Not until recently,” Daniel confessed, turning back to her. “Not until last night you mean.” Craig rolled his eyes. “He gets assigned here and tries to become an expert on magic overnight.” “At least I have an interest.” Daniel shrugged.
“I think you’re supposed to cuff me.” Vhalla held out her wrists, hoping they wrote off the abuse that painted her arms as having been caused by the Northerners. “Are we?” Daniel asked uncertainly. “I-I think so?” Craig ran off to grab some shackles hanging on the wall. They were only over her wrists this time. “It seems rather pointless,” Daniel mused
“And then…” His voice audibly softened. Aldrik’s shoulders slumped and his arms hung limply. “Then I realized I just wanted you around. My days were better when they involved you. I enjoyed your thoughts. It was thrilling to see you discover magic. You had a mad hopefulness about sorcery that I have not felt in almost a decade. I started finding excuses to take you away, not because you needed my teaching but because, because I wanted to see you. I looked forward to our meetings and—like that, Vhalla—your opinion mattered to the crown prince of the Empire. You mattered for who you were, not
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“I spoke for you today,” he confessed. Vhalla’s heart skipped a beat. “I did not speak before not because I did not care, but because—because, I am not a good man, Vhalla. My voice is more likely to damn you than save you. There are people in this world—in that room—who will hurt you for the sake of hurting me.” He dropped his head again with a few bangs escaping from the perfect comb set his hair always had. “People who already have.” He punched the ground with such force that Vhalla jumped and knew,
“You are a dear friend. For whatever my royal ass of a friendship is worth.” Vhalla smiled weakly. She reached out and his body went rigid. “It is worth very much,” she whispered.