mysticalmilady
Kaln, Dryaden, Rhenia; three countries with no honesty between them. One led by fear mongering assassins, one led by the morose and grievous diplomacy of its people, the other led by vengeful war lords whose sole demand was to slaughter their every living enemy from the Dryadic coast to the Winter Sea. Amidst such hostility, there is dissent. Dissent which bred the most execrable of betrayals known to mankind.
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For her entire life, she has been a shadow. A face in a crowd. Avanna Malos has never thirsted for more than the world has offered her.
She's heard the rumors, the stories, of the evils beyond their borders. Avanna knows who pulls the strings, the name whispered from every dying mouth. Valiro. Valiro. What she does not know is the truth of why this name has come to haunt her, an assassin with a reputation as feared as he is known. And with every lie that comes tumbling down, she fears she will draw ever nearer to that answer.