Chapter Eleven: §6

A car accident, quarter-life crisis, and severed tendon later–and we’re back in action. My apologies for the delay.

January 31 — 1027 YD
Offenure, Lenyol

‘You have been summoned to answer for your crimes.’
__Régan folded her hands before her. ‘I hear no complaint from the victim?’
__Matac’s face twitched. ‘That is disgusting.’
__‘He may yet live for all we know.’

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Chapter Eleven: Tempest §1

January 24 – 1027 YD
Gesula, Lenyol

Custodin Màtac had ordered the Beran to convene. Brennan awaited his conviction in the dungeons, their sunless confines and silent guards offering little information on the progress of his trial. Countless times he had implored Sevína to come—grasping his amethyst anklet interwoven with a plait of her hair—but his summons had gone unanswered.

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Chapter Ten: §6

January 21-22 – 1027 YD
Offenure, Lenyol

Régan was escorted on foot from the docks through a maze of alleys, tunnels, and corridors. Carriages and horses were in short supply, for the Custodin was dispatching his resources north to evacuate the people and granary stores ahead of the blaze. The vicious wind had carried the smoke even to the city, and the warriors amassing in Offenure Plás wore coverings over their mouths.

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Chapter Nine: §4

Spring – 1024 YD
West of Waylin, Lenyol

The sheep rotated in their pens like woollen whirlpools. Their bleating was echoed by the bellowing of cattle from their yards.
__Custodin Màtac surveyed the movement around him, of carriages riding in, shepherds and drovers guiding their stock, dozens of servants tending the tents, and a subdued rainbow of personages tarrying this way and that.
__‘My Lord,’ the Countess of Riverton quietly murmured, touching Màtac’s arm and nodding toward the north-east. The Custodin turned to follow her gaze, the Baron of Waylin oscillating with him.

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Chapter Nine: §1 Allies

May – 1004 YD
Offenure, Lenyol

A young Princess Régan pulled open her door and poked a head into the hallway. Clear!
__She slipped through the crack, careful not to open it past the creaking point, and leapt forward on the balls of her feet, silent as a cat.
__Lanterns lit the way and she soon reached her parents’ chamber. A small servant door was concealed nearby, which she entered, feeling along the dark passage and coming through a tapestry into the chamber itself.

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Chapter Seven: §4

Miggest
1026 YD – October

Summer came early that year. October caved under a wave of heat which dried the land and ignited anxiety in its stewards. Oceans of crops and grassland folded back toward the earth, until the landscape was yellow once more; and then began the fires, few and small at the outset, but spreading and rising as the heat remained day by marching day.

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