Aedion could barely stand to look at her.
Talk to her. He only did so because he had to
uphold this ruse, too. To pretend that he was
her faithful cousin, her fearless commander
who would lead her and Terrasen to victory,
however unlikely.
So he played the part. One of many he’d
donned in his life.
Yet the moment Lysandra changed her
golden hair for dark tresses, Ashryver eyes for
emerald, he stopped acknowledging her
existence. Some days, the Terrasen knot
tattooed on his chest, the names of his queen
and fledgling court woven amongst it, felt like
a brand. Her name especially.
He’d only brought her on this mission to
make it easier. Safer. There were other lives
beyond his at risk, and though he could have
unloaded this scouting task to a unit within
the Bane, he’d needed the action.
lily
(lily)
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