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Pavlin Ranieri was a sunwise man, born a daughter to his parents, but now a son.
That brought Grey up straight. The Stadnem Anduske were Vraszenian, all right. Vraszenian radicals who railed against the Cinquerat’s rule and fought to take back Nadežra for the people, finishing what the Tyrant’s death
Surely—surely—the Rook would never be a nobleman.
Oh it most certainly is a nobleman. Update, I was wrong.
“The Night of Bells is in two weeks. I’d like Alta Renata to attend the Ceremony of the Accords at the Charterhouse. You can make certain she does.”
“I’ve learned that the cup you and Altan Leato drank from contained a double dose,”
But maybe what passes on is more than a hood and a name—maybe it’s some kind of spirit or ghost.”
Alsius
talk of a protest at the Charterhouse.”
He cant guve away his secret. But he could hint at it
“Without using it against you.” A wince. “Or gossiping.” A sigh. “Or judging.”
Is Alsuis prompting him to say those additional words?
How long will we pretend the Accords ever meant anything but a different sort of oppression?
They arennt wrong there
“Right. Let’s go see about giving Mettore a bad day.”
Hell yeah
Now that she knew to look, she saw its sickly glimmer splashed over the walls, felt its insidious whisper in her bones.
Did Sedge really send that note??
She palmed it an instant before Mettore yanked the shawl away and threw it in the corner.
In case her people came to look for her?
I’m sorry, Arkady.
Arkady and Ren
I en’t gonna drown. He was too big for that now. Too big for any of this shit.
Poor sedge :(
“You do what you gotta do. I’ll guard your back.”
Pls dont die
The Rook. And Vargo. Unless he could be in two places at once, her suspicions had been wrong. Again.
This time his soul is able to take a more physical form
The only bit that remained was the lace mask itself, tatted in a pattern of roses.
She became the rose??
Vargo. Eret Vargo, now. He’d harbored some dislike for the man, but little interest;
Shit the rook isnt vargo
Grey Serrado fell to his knees, gulping in the cool spring air and biting down on the urge to scream.
He was one of my earlier guesses
“If I don’t bring you into the Illius Praeteri,
What is that?
