Dahozhoni Meadow blood and wine

His smile was like it was made of daggers.

And yet I have seen it happen, my doctor. If he had no one else in that damned palace to rely on, he reasoned, at the very least he had Tavina.

I have hope she will choose one she could love, perhaps one day. If nothing else, I wish her the strength to deny them should she choose to. His eyes scoped the horizon, before he released a sigh.

Many are not as lucky. He murmured to his feet.