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Guilt gnawed on hirand return?"

Her ht, if you think it wise"

"To lory of victory? I doubt the troops would find that heartening"

"Then tell me where, and when, and I’ll do it"

"Just as you blindly obeyed our queen, you’ll now obey h to believe I know more about armies and soldiers than you do My pride is not so easily bruised"

Aedion took a step forward "And doathered and tell ht"

"The Bane fought e believed her dead It would be no different"

"It ht be for our allies For the people of Terrasen" She didn’t back down for a moment "Go ahead and punish me for the rest of your life For a thousand years, if you wind up Settling"

With Gavriel for his father, he ht very well He tried not to dwell on the possibility He’d barely interacted with the Fae royals or their soldiers beyond as necessary And they mostly kept to themselves Yet they did not sneer at him for his demi-Fae status; didn’t really see as he kept theh enemies as it is," Lysandra went on "But if you truly wish to ret what I did, nor will I ever"

"Fine," was all he could think to say

She shrewdly looked hi the man within "It was real, Aedion," she said "All of it I don’t care if you believe me or not But it was real for ," he lied, and stepped around her "Go slither off somewhere else"

Hurt flashed in her eyes, quickly hidden He was the worst sort of bastard for it

But he continued into Kyllian’s tent She didn’t come after him

She was a stupid fool

A stupid fool, to have said anything, and to now feel sonity left not to beg To not watch Aedion go into Kyllian’s tent and wonder if it was for ato reive one inch of space to the burning in her eyes

Lysandra iven her near his A kind, sharply clever er brother, Ravi, had eyed her, as all men did But he’d kept a respectful distance, and had talked to her, not her chest, so she liked hi a tent in theirto crawl into the beds of lords, doing whatever they asked of her with a s beside them And she was now a lady herself One whonized, despite Darrow spitting on it

It ladness had battle not worn her out so completely that the walk back to the tent seeeneral-prince not filleted her spirit so thoroughly

Every step was an effort, theat her boots