Duke Oathsfire has written, and he was there at her side, beard fluffed up like an angry possum, confessing that he had, in the end, fallen in love with her: really with the idea of her. A common-born liberator, a high and noble cause to redeem his life of arrogance and privilege. If he devoted himself to a belief, couldn’t he be as respected as his friend Lyxaxu, as noble as his peer Lyxaxu, as beloved, as wise? No wonder he’d tried to kill her. She’d betrayed so much of him.
