“Being a Sorrengail doesn’t do you any favors in here, does it?” I shake my head. “There are more than a few cadets who would like to take me—and my last name—down a peg.” He nods. “It won’t be like that once you leave. After graduation, you’ll find that being General Sorrengail’s daughter means others will do just about anything to keep you alive, even pleased, not because they love your mother but because they either fear her or want her favor.” “Which was Naolin?” “A little bit of both. And sometimes it’s hard for a rider with a signet that powerful to accept his limits. After all, bonding
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sounds more likely that they were just really good friends/maybe even lovers and he couldn't let go...
