THESE BROKEN VOWS (Kazbrekker x Fem!reader) [ book version]

CHAPTER 16

Prepare yourself for alot of A/N sass and comentary in this chapter.

- 🐺 MATTHIAS P.O.V🐺-

It was too much.

He hadn't anticipated how difficult it would be to see his homeland for the first time in so long.

He'd had over a week aboard the
Ferolind to prepare, but his head had been full of the path he'd chosen, of
Nina, of the cruel magic that had taken him from his prison cell and placed
him on a boat speeding north beneath a limitless sky, still bound not just by shackles but by the burden of what he was about to do.

He got his first glimpse of the northern coast late in the afternoon, but Specht decided to wait until dusk to make land in hopes the twilight would lend them some cover.

There were whaling villages along the shore, and no one was eager to be spotted.

Despite their cover as trappers, the Dregs were still a conspicuous group.

They spent the night on the ship.

At dawn the next morning, Nina had
found him assembling the cold weather gear Jesper and Inej had distributed.

Matthias was impressed by Y/N's resilience.

Though she still had circles beneath her eyes, she moved without stiffness, and if she was in pain, she hid it well.

She couldn't even heal herself until the next two days.

That would leave a scar.

Nina held up a key. "Kaz sent me to remove your shackles."

"Are you going to lock me in again at night?"

"That's up to Kaz. And you, I suppose. Have a seat."

"Just give me the key Nina cleared her throat.

"He also wants me to tailor you."

"What? Why? Y/N can. So can the Suli Demjin." The thought of Nina altering his appearance with her
witchcraft was intolerable.

"Y/N is too weak. She can't use her powers on you. Bhagya said she had other things to do. We're in Fjerda now. He wants you looking a little less ... like yourself, just in case. "

"Do you know how big this country is? The chance that-"

"The odds of you being recognised will be considerably higher at the Ice Court, and I can't make changes to your appearance all at once."

"Why?"

"I'm not that good a Tailor. It's part of all Corporalki training now, but I just don't have an affinity for it."

Matthias snorted.

"What?" she asked.

"I've never heard you admit you're not good at something."

"Well, it happens so rarely."

He was horrified to find his lips curling in a smile, but it was easy enough to quell when he thought of his face being changed.