[ des can feel gar legitimately quivering with anger beneath his hand as she stares after them, and it takes all her grace not to say anything else, not to give him a moment of satisfaction. when she turns around, the fear in her eyes gives way to angry determination, and her gaze seeks out myri specifically. ]
I'm sorry for every moment you had to spend with that vile man. He'll pay.
[ she looks over her shoulder at the retreating figures, and then at the gates themselves, and the palace beyond them. ] Believe me.
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I'm sorry for every moment you had to spend with that vile man. He'll pay.
[ she looks over her shoulder at the retreating figures, and then at the gates themselves, and the palace beyond them. ] Believe me.