"Why do the men always have the honor to fight in war when women have the power to bring the army down to there knees"
A ruthless man is nothing but a man
A ruthless woman is everything a man wishes he could be.
What happens if the rebellion didn't...
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Nora,
I'm not going to waste time pretending that I'm not angry with you. You left, and the whole damn world's been a mess but I'm not angry I'm not angry that you're fulfilling a prophecy. I've never questioned that part of you. What I can't forgive is how you walked away from everything—left Basgaith, left us.
But I'm not writing to tell you how I feel about that. I'm writing because there's something you need to know.
The gryphon fliers aren't the real threat here, Nora. Not even close. It's what the government's been hiding, what they've been using in the shadows to fuel this war. A venin. A weapon so dangerous, so monstrous, that it makes the gryphons look like nothing more than a distraction. And I've seen it. I've felt it. This thing... it's not just a creature, it's a nightmare. One that can't be controlled, no matter how hard they try.
I know you think you've been making the right choices, but you need to come back. This isn't something you can just run from, and it sure as hell isn't something you can stop from a distance. I'm not asking you to return because I want you here, or because I'm angry with you for leaving. I'm asking because you're the only one who can put an end to this.
The venin is coming. It's going to tear this world apart, and if you don't act soon, there may be nothing left to save.
I don't expect you to trust me, not after everything. But you have to believe in what's at stake. You've always been the one who stood for something greater than all of us—don't let that change now and I fear we have some things that need to be discussed as per things our fathers bargained before we were born
-Duke Of Tyrrendor
"Your Highness, are you alright?" Baylor's voice cut through the haze, but all I could hear was the sharp static that filled my mind. My gaze was fixed on the letter that had fallen to the floor, crumpled and cold against the cobblestones.
"Your Highness?" Baylor's voice again, followed by the screech of a chair scraping across the stone. Footsteps, then the soft pressure of warm hands enclosing mine.
I looked up slowly, barely able to find my voice.
"Are you alright?" he asked, his tone gentle, his hands cradling my face with a warmth that felt distant, unfamiliar.
I could only shake my head. No.
"Is it Riorsen?" His voice was soft, searching.
I nodded, the motion barely a whisper of acknowledgment.
"This is the first letter you've received from him," Baylor said, and I could hear the concern in his voice. "It must be important."
"It is," I muttered, my voice shaky, "but nothing... Nothing was more important than Liam's death. He didn't write to me, Baylor. He didn't tell me that one of my closest friends was dead. I found out from the dragons—through Deigh's death. And yet... he asked me to come to him. He asked me."
