After their decisive victory over Orinovo, Lys-Akkaria's army crosses the border to take back territory that used to be theirs. With the combined forces of a lightweaver and shadowforger, Orinovo doesn't stand a chance.
In spite of their newfound a...
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Yarima sighed long and loud, wanting to share her absolute boredom with whoever else was stuck in this dank jail. She hadn't expected her mother to throw her in a cell, but she couldn't say she was that surprised by it either.
Queen Svytlani wasn't exactly known for not being paranoid, but in this case, it made sense. She was probably worried Yarima might change her mind and run again, which the queen certainly didn't want. The jail and the hand clamps were a bit much, though.
Yarima wasn't even sure if coming back here was a good idea. Clearly, her plan of taking the lightweaver's power and using it to kill her mother and take over Orinovo wasn't doable—not with that shadowforger around. But trying to worm her way back into her mother's good graces and being more subtle about this might not have been the best idea, either, not when she was now stuck in prison.
If only she'd managed to get those powers before Tyr-Naralyn found the shadowforger. That would have made things so much easier. Yarima could have strolled to the palace, burned her mother and the whole cursed court to the ground and finally end the rule of terror. But no, that would have been too easy.
She'd worked so long and hard to become strong enough, to find the Daybreaker and get close enough to take his powers. And now with a shadowforger present, that plan as it was had fallen through. How was she meant to fight someone who could make her stop moving with a twitch of his fingers?
Kerva, it would be nice to have that power right now. It would certainly make things much easier for her. But she was still undeterred in her goals. Her plan simply had to be altered a little. She would gather as many powers as she could from the priory held here. She knew there were some who were being experimented on, and she would have to hope that all priory powers combined would be enough to face off against Fennrin and Tyr-Naralyn together.
And perhaps find some kind of shadowforger weakness in the royal library. It was there where she had found out her sound powers can cancel out a lightweaver's. And judging by the priceless look on Tyr-Naralyn's face back then, it had been news to him, too.
Yarima smirked to herself, remembering how she'd defeated the Daybreaker twice. She kind of wished Lys-Akkaria was more interested in conquest rather than just defending its borders now that they had such power on their side. They could march over here, end the monarchy, and do her job for her. But she highly doubted they would do anything, so it was up to her. As usual.
Though that was probably for the best. Who knows what Lys-Akkaria would do if it decided to conquer Orinovo. Things like that never tended to end well.
Suddenly hearing footsteps coming toward her, she didn't bother getting up or even looking, knowing it was probably one of her mother's sycophants. But the second the person spoke, she found herself scrambling to her feet.
"Yari. You really are back."
As she stood up, she gaped at the figure of her brother who she hadn't seen in a decade. She still remembered him as a boy, but now he had grown up, a head taller than her. And yet somehow neither that, nor his fancy clothes befitting a prince lent him much of a presence.
