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Lead through the winding palace—vaguely, he recalls Akashingo and is reminded of it as well—the cloying scent and the vibrant walls. Polished floors.

He hated it just as much here as he did there… If not more, for Eset was listless upon him, and it had taken only a brief interlude with the others she called ‘home’ to realize that Toula indeed had vipers beneath her, as he had warned would happen.

Kingdoms, no matter their belief of royalty, affluence and culture… they were all the same in the end.

Shuffled into a room, Eset was laid down gently—his eyes fixated upon her as he tensed, waiting to be ushered out by angry guards.

They did not come, but a “Taltos,” did, and his eyes swept up to meet the red priest, brows furrowing. “Akavir,” he corrected the man, and left it at that for now—knowing he would need to explain later.

They worked on her—and he was not driven away yet—and the inkling of hope began to constrict within his chest that he might be here when she awaken—because surely, she would awaken.