The Cursed Kingdom

The Cursed Kingdom

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Ever since the colonization and massacre of her people, revenge had been the only thing that filled 18-year-old Caoimhe Nightingale's mind. It consumed her, twisting its intricate tendrils around her brain every exhausting day and every sleepless night. After 12 years of isolation from her people, there wasn't much she remembered before that day-- in fact, she didn't remember anything before that day at all. The only thing that filled the darkness of her memory was the deep, bubbling growth of motivation to exact revenge on the people who had been the blind bandit of her people's freedom: Adarlan. Upon hearing word that Terrasen had been freed of the reign of Valg Queen Maeve and the death of Dorian Havilliard I, Caoimhe finally comes to terms with what she must do. With the influence of the man who had saved her from enslavement, Silas Deschanel, Caoimhe sets out to bring justice to her people through the death of the new King of Adarlan. It didn't matter to her that the original influence of her homes siege came through his father. In Caoimhe's mind, to be associated with him was crime enough.
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❝Emotions which she hadn't even known were pent up inside her suddenly erupted, a dam broken open, and she would have screamed and cried and beat her fists against him, but the shock was so strong that she was utterly rooted to the spot, her vision going blurry with tears. She felt herself recoil in shock as she gazed into those eyes - eyes that should not have been there, fingers that gripped her shoulders when they should have been pale and bloodied without nails, cheeks full and healthy when they should have been sallow and gaunt. 'Sam?' [complete, 130k.]

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