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Alpha King Orizon.

“Do you even like her?”

“Do you even want this or are you just angry?”

“Are you just making decisions in anger?” Camille expresses. I have not replied to one of her questions yet, she continues to put them forward. I do not look up from my task. I run a cloth along the length of the blade, his focus seemingly entirely on the weapon in his hands. The rhythmic motion of my cleaning is almost hypnotic, the metal gleams brighter with each pass.

At the last question, silence stretches out. The only sound being made is the quiet rasp of the cloth against steel.

“Camille, do not ask brother about these things. Do not know he cried?” Asher says and I lift my attention to him.

Seeing that, Asher turns his face away and Camille looks at me in worry.

“Your cried?” She asks.

“No.” I say, fixing my sword in its scabbard.

“You cannot let this pain consume you. You can’t make decisions in retaliation.”

“Mehera is here because I told the dowager that I was ready to marry in t