#aronessa

Julien's hand closes around the gem he had just shown her to stop it from trembling. Words cannot express how glad he is to see Aranessa alive. They've both lost so much. More than any person should experience.

Her words strike an irony too. He isn't alone, hasn't been since he spat on Thjazi's body what felt like a lifetime ago. That is exactly the problem. Even after his death the bastard found a way to worm himself back into his life.

She has a right to know. He should be the one to tell her.

" With this we can cure Alba. " He says. It is the most important thing on his mind right now. " But when I was searching for it something... Strange happened. " He glances at his shadow. Obedient for now. " My lady, I need to tell you something. "

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lady aranessa knows of his lies. he was there during that fateful night when only a few survived. and she listened to him talk about driving the wedge between the priestly houses and the rebel houses. he stand here before her with the blessing of house einfasen, with the symbol of magpies under his uniform. operating still with the call of a falcon in mind.

“not always, my lady,” azune speaks, with a lighter tone. not as captain or even one of their group right now. but as a boy who only knows his homeland through stories. as a boy who listened with his sister, his grandma tell stories of creatures with sunset eyes and great power and believed she was trying to entertain their imagination. but he awoke one such creature simply by uttering those very words. “sometimes stories is how truth survives,” he says and thinks of how a full crowd in dol-makjar saw house halovar stand where azgra once was.