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 snuck around the Lys-Akkarian war camp, using the cover of night to get close.
It hadn't taken long for her mother to give her a task, though it had taken longer than she'd thought. Yarima was certain someone had been sent to follow her, but she was doing her absolute best to shake them off. And given the fact that she'd seen no one for days, either they were insanely good or she had managed to lose them.
Yarima certainly hoped it was the latter. She didn't need a babysitter, and she certainly didn't need an entourage. She worked best alone.
Besides, she wanted to spy on the Lys-Akkarians just as much as her mother wanted her to. They had stopped their overwhelming progress, letting Orinovo try to gather its strength. And Yarima was supposed to find out why.
She scowled at the camp, listening for any sounds of footsteps around her, but most of the place was asleep.
Yarima doubted they could manage to capture her if she were discovered, but it would still be a major problem to set off an alarm. No only for her current mission, but for anyone else spying or sabotaging in the future.
Still, the Lys-Akkarians had grown careless and arrogant. That was clear from how they acted here. All they did was harass the locals and steal from them while pummeling the Orinovan army into the ground using their precious power couple.
Yarima shook her head as she crept behind the tents, trying to get to the command tent. Surely there would be some kind of evidence to find there, if only in letters. She just hoped she would be more successful than Oretski.
In fact, she hoped she didn't even run into Fennrin at all. The shadowforger was definitely the one person she was sure could kill her. So the longer he stays asleep, the better.
She passed one tent after another, making good progress, until a voice behind her stopped her.
"Hey, stop!"
Normally, she wouldn't wait around after that. In fact, she'd be running away immediately, not wanting to be recognized. But she froze instead. Because she recognized that voice.
"Who are you and what do you want?" said the cute Lys-Akkarian soldier Yarima had met back when she'd been arrested by the Daybreaker.
Yarima couldn't help but smile as she turned around, taking in the familiar face and determined yet soft eyes. She was just a few feet away, pointing her sword at Yarima. It was difficult not to get lost in those brown eyes, even with the night obscuring Yarima's view.
"We need to stop meeting like this, kresenko," Yarima said, dramatically pulling down her hood. The other woman's eyes went wide, much to Yarima's amusement. "Didn't expect to see me again?"
"No," the smaller woman replied, frowning, looking worried now. "What do you want here?"
"What is your name?" Yarima asked, tilting her head because she still didn't know.
