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There is no escaping fate.
neutrality in a time of war is seen by both sides as nothing more than an act of aggression.
“Or I can hand her off to Roan, who’s very good at soothing traumatized females. Once he has her out of sight and earshot, I can brutally rend them limb from limb and then stake out their bodies publicly so that everybody sees the consequences of touching my bride-to-be.”
The same ingredients, just stamped out in a slightly different face, perfection that does exactly nothing for an imperfect witch such as myself.
Little does he know…you can’t break what’s already broken.
“I have no intention of moving to Yris, Sari, not now, not ever. Yregar is my home, and I won’t leave the people here behind, no matter how prosperous the fields may be elsewhere.”
With one last breath from my lungs into his, he sputters out a cough and then makes the most beautiful sound a mother could wish for in this moment. He screams for her.
Sari Celestial, Heir Apparent to the regent, just woke up to the world as it exists around her, violent and on the edge of total ruin.
The ways in which women come together to help each other during this sacred time…it’s as the Fates designed us, and though my presence was never requested, I still feel the weight of that honor on me.
“I know you would do anything for your people, as I would do anything for you, but sometimes the right path looks far more dangerous than the one that leads to ruin. Trust in the Fates, Soren.”
“You've got it all wrong, Prince Soren—you're the one who's going to have to convince me of such a thing, because right now, I’d set you on fire just to watch the flames consume you.”
If anything should happen to him, I will simply die. I’ll lie down on the ground and expire instantly, racing after him to the clutches of Elysium.”
“I handed him to you as a reminder of what we're really fighting for, but keeping your hands full and away from your sword is an added bonus.
There’ll be no funeral pyres for these dead, no comfort to see them to Elysium safely, and I hope they don’t find peace wherever they end up.
The tense lines of fury melt away from her expression, and the serene female appears—her most dangerous form, because seeing her standing there that way turns the unspent fury within me into something I don’t want to admit to.
