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As she wove and sewed, her thoughts turned to the mysterious organization known by some se Ergli. Never Fall Asunder, Trouble around the corner, tell no one...

Just gonna say right now. I had no idea how the Erglis really operated and how they really interacted with their rival group, the vanags (spoilers). On one hand, the Erglis are super duper top secret. On the other hand, roric just has a random tattoo on his hand, and they keep leaving messages everywhere. and their hideout isn't the most secure in the world. and i barely even delved into the vanags. and there are conflicting ideas about how they interact. they have battles, but that would mean they're not super secret. ugh whatever

It confused her to no end. What was Ergli all about? Was to good or bad? Andarin was a part of it and condoned it so it couldn't be terrible, she still wondered what it was up to. She thought and thought. A growling lion devouring a sneering serpent. She still had the note. She had put it someplace secret as soon a she could after she got home.

"Miry," A voice broke through her thoughts, "You've chosen the wrong color thread," Nynesi said with dismay.

dismay is a strong word for choosing the wrong color thread for a tapestry

Miryanna looked down at the needle and thread in her hands and saw that she'd chosen orange rather than scarlet. "Oh, sorry," she apologized and after putting the orange away, grabbed the scarlet and threaded her needle to begin work on one of the Fasik's headscarf.

Who was Ergli? The thought again pressed at her mind. Ugh, she didn't know, maybe she didn't want to know. She tried concentrating on her work and surprisingly, the troublesome questions left.

Next morning, she ate breakfast and went right back to her room to tidy it. She had just finished putting her clothes away when she heard a scream.

Her head jerked toward where the sounds came from and she immediately ran to the door and out into the corridor. She heard another scream and a cry of pain. It sounded like her aunt and uncle! The ran towards their chambers and encountered her father on the way.

"What is it?" She asked, alarmed.

Her father shook his head and they continued at a fast pace toward them. "I don't know, but it can't be good."

They reached the door and her father knocked urgently. No answer came for a few seconds and lord dominic knocked again. "Elsi?" He called. Still no answer but they could hear sobbing on the other side. Dominic burst through the door to a horrible sight.

The king was on the ground, bleeding from a wound in his side and and the queen was right by him, trying to stop the heavy bleeding with a sheet.

"Elsi, what happened?" Dominic asked frantically.

Miryanna stood by the door, her face gone white as the sheet her aunt was holding to her husband's wound.

"It... It was a figure, clad in black, it-it came through the window and threw a knife... and... and...:" The queen trailed off.

A figure in black? An assassin. But who? Miryanna thought of Roric. But no, Andarin was a part of that group and would never condone murder. Her aunt was speaking again and Miryanna listened.

that's right, blame roric

"He-He got a warning, yesterday," She pointed weakly to the vanity in the corner of the large room, "We thought it was just a joke... but..." She broke down sobbing again.

Miryana slowly went over to the vanity and saw a note on the same kind of paper the same scratchy handwriting, the same grossly misspelled words, the same symbol and slogan.

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