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the shadow draped against him. beyond the startled and immediate tension, germanicus had no apt reply for either. "i was not made to be a ruler." that had been tiberius' world. and now it belonged to servanus, and their estranged brother here in the teekon wanted no part of it.

cautiously, he arranged his limbs so they lay more softly beneath the smaller weight of his cohort.

"et tu, crowfeather?" germanicus murmured in the darkfall wood, imagining a thousand things and damning himself for each of them swiftly after. "would you lead a pack of wolves who followed starlight?"