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2024-10-29 19:42:56Dyane was scared of me, my display of ruthlessness was enough to scare anybody from me but still, it hurts when she flinch away from me, or when she refused to meet my gaze or when I look at her and all I see in her eyes is fear, fear of me and what I am capable of.
“She will come around.” Orel said as I glanced at him.
“How come you always know when I am worried and the reason by just looking at me?” I complained as Orel laughs.
“I told you all your tells, didn’t I?” Orel said with his eyes shining, he was happy. I made him happy.
And in return he being happy makes me happy, knowing that I am responsible for his happiness makes me ecstatic. I love him.
“You might have but I refused to believe, I am not that obvious.” I whined as Orel laughs.
“We are in Northshore lands now.” Gwenn called as we all stopped our horses.
“What is going on?” Dyane
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OREL POV“Have you sent a message to Elison?” Gwenn asked me as I continued to look at the documents before me, catching up on what I have missed in the capital so far.“Yes, that was the first thing I did.” I answered her even though I was too distracted to continue working, I knew that I could not face her. I could not deal with the guilt that I caused her to be banished by my own hands, if I haven’t saved Themis, Gwenn would not be leaving very soon.“Orel look at me.” Gwenn said softly but I shook my head. “Why?”“You know why Gwenn, you know.” I rubbed my hands over my eyes tiredly, I missed Themis but I don’t think I can be around her now not after what she did to one of my closest friends because she was jealous, she clearly didn’t trust my words because if she did, she would not have felt the need to remove Gwenn from my side forever.“You need to stop feeling guilty, it wasn’t yo
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“What do you mean that we are leaving?” I asked her husband sitting up from the bed where I was lying down since I woke up and had been feeling fatigued so I still laid down. Why on earth did I think that I could close my eyes to rest when I just finished telling Orel what has been going on? Of course I should have expected this, I should have expected to wake up to see that Orel has stirred the camp into a flurry of activities.“I mean exactly that Doe. We have to go after the Erisean but we would not use their route, we will take another.”“Does this mean that you have an idea where they are heading to?” I asks my husband as my cover cloth dipped down exposing my body to Orel who stopped in the middle of raising his shirt to stare at the skin I exposed not on purpose. “Orel, answer me.”My voice seemed to snap Orel out of whatever trance he was in. “Of course. I know where they are going, i
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OREL POVThemis never left my side, all through my healing process she has been always near me, and whenever I was awake she always sang to me. I never had any doubt that she loves but if I did, they have been put to rest. I have been hearing tidbits about what went on during my captivity but nobody will tell me anything even when I threatened to have them whipped, Dyane’s answer to that particular threat of mine was to laugh and say that Themis will do something worse if she did tell me, according to what has been going on, Themis refused to tell me the state of the camp or things that happened in my absence because she wanted me to be well rested before I learnt of anything that happened. She told me this five days after I have arrived at the camp and for the next two weeks after, it was what was repeated to me by the maids who helped Dyane with healing, those that brought food even my commanders repeated the same thing to me when I asked them, it feels
