'ᴡᴇ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇ ᴀ ꜱᴇɴᴛɪᴍᴇɴᴛ. ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ʙᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴠᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ.'
Only one month has passed in Daliah Viper's life trying to reintegrate at court and follow the uneasy trails her eyes have caught.
One month filled with blood, tribulations, and l...
(I restrung some family trees here and there from the first draft. Not too many chapters left. Can't say for sure, it fluctuates, you know me, but, I mean, how can I not write a chapter about childhating and family issues hey, it's cool, I will rewrite this second part anyway when I am finished and start the third book.
Anyway after I let that out, let's jump into the chapter.)
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virtue
-conformity to a standard of right
-a particular moral excellence
-a commendable quality or trait
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Frustration is an ugly feeling that stows up like water behind a dam. I know my deal about it. I wish I wouldn't. But the good thing is that when the dam breaks and you drown everyone, you're left in a soaking satisfaction.
The only thing soaking me now is a soft rainfall when I turn away from the stairs to the square still decorated with the big banners.
My neck cracks when I turn myself to look upwards and blink inside the slight rain shower. I have had the displeasure of watching another unfolding act at the Viper mansion as well as exclusions from meetings in Whitefire, and with my cousin and the Samos girl in and out the city, watching him to keep the word and order of Elara is harsh. He has returned again by now, but the processes are blurred and the schedules tightly knit. They come and leave, from video loops and news articles about inspections, and then there is also the whole whirling deal of Corros. It brews now, that so many days and hours have passed without the rebels caught and the whole country spread in search parties as well as preparations to instill more force inside the bigger cities.
Elara hasn't returned except for one short day, now she won't for another while. She has made herself a nest in that place, as it seems, and I don't blame her. If I could, I would help repurposing. I suggested sending the lunatic Viper for research assistance, he is terribly interested in genetics, albeit of lower lifeforms. But in the end, as always, words are void from me to that boring minion Hector.
