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There is death in the world. When there is war, you can get used to it to a point. When it is someone you know, it can be heart rending. When it is someone you have dedicated your life to, it is devastating.
Verat did not even scratch on the door into Princess Laun’s room. He did not notice the servants around him putting new furniture in the main room. He saw Evan directing the blue and grey servants, but did not recognize him as friend or foe.
The distraught man looked around and saw the open door into the bed chamber. He went for the door, bumping into a servant. He did not turn, did not say anything. Verat needed her and could not think of anything else.
Knives were at Verat’s throat as he tried to crawl up onto the bed with Laun. Both Silar and Gem drew and held knives at the trembling man before they knew it was him. Laun woke to the bed moving and hands on her, looking and seeing tear streaks on Verat’s face. She opened her arms to him and her assassins backed off.
Laun’s arms went around Verat and he had his head on her chest, sobbing even before he had touched her. Laun understood that darkness, that profound depression. She held him, motioning for more covers and pillows. »Read More