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Chapter Thirty-Five - What Neighbors Are For
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Sold to the Broken Throne Chapter Thirty-Five - What Neighbors Are For
Ondine POVThe girl who came running up the road to Hollow Creek couldn’t have been more than fourteen, breathless, snow-crusted, terror plain on her face even before she managed to force out actual words.“Please,” she gasped, nearly collapsing at the treeline before Barrick caught her. “Millbrook. Raiders, they came through two nights ago, took half our winter stores, and now they’re saying they’ll come back for more unless someone pays them off. My mother sent me. She said Hollow Creek might help, since the stories say—” She stopped, flushing, clearly uncertain how much of the stories to trust in person.“Since the stories say what,” Ondine asked, gently, crouching to the girl’s level.“That there’s a woman here who glows silver and doesn’t lose fights,” the girl said, in a rush, like admitting it might undo the truth of it. “And men who fought off a whole raiding party once.”Ondine exchanged a glance with Barrick, Fenwick, and Corvain, and found the same decision already settling
Sold to the Broken Throne Chapter Thirty-Four - First Snow
Corvain POVThe first snow came early that year, dusting Hollow Creek’s roof and garden in a thin, silent layer overnight, and Corvain woke to the particular hush that only ever came with the season’s first real cold — a stillness that used to mean something entirely different to him, back when winter meant formal court obligations and careful diplomatic posturing rather than anything worth actually enjoying.He found Barrick already outside, cursing cheerfully at a woodpile that had somehow, overnight, become half-buried under drifting snow.“You could have covered it properly last week,” Corvain pointed out, joining him, breath fogging in the cold air.“I did cover it properly. The wind apparently disagreed with my definition of properly.” Barrick tossed him an axe without ceremony. “Since you’re up, make yourself useful. We’ll need triple the usual wood if this keeps up through the week.”They worked through the morning in companionable rhythm, the physical labor settling something
Sold to the Broken Throne Chapter Thirty-Three - The Law, From the Other Side
Ondine POV“I want to understand it,” Ondine said, settling across from Fenwick at the small table he’d claimed as his study corner, the ledger and a handful of loose Old Writ transcriptions spread between them. “Not just enough to survive being ruled on by it. Enough to actually wield it, the way you did in Vaunt’s own court.”Fenwick looked up from the page he’d been annotating, something quietly pleased crossing his face. “That’s not a small request. The Old Writ takes most scholars a decade to master properly.”“I don’t need a decade’s worth. I need enough to never again stand in a room while men decide what I’m worth without me understanding exactly what tools they’re using to do it.” She met his eyes, steady. “The auction. The ratification. Vaunt trying to claim me as his jurisdiction. Every single time, the law was the weapon, and I was the one it got used against. I want to know how to use it back.”Something in Fenwick’s expression shifted, respect layering over the quiet war
Sold to the Broken Throne Chapter Thirty-Two - Hands That Know How
Barrick POV“Teach me to fight,” Ondine said, arriving at the training circle Barrick had cleared behind the garden with the same directness she brought to most things that mattered to her. “Properly. Not just running, not just the Sight when I’m desperate enough to find it. I want to know how to protect myself with my own two hands.”Barrick set down the blade he’d been sharpening and studied her for a moment — steady stance, jaw set, the particular resolve she wore when she’d already made up her mind about something and wasn’t asking permission so much as informing him of a decision.“Why now,” he asked, not because he doubted the request, but because he’d learned, these past months, that the reason behind a want usually mattered as much as the want itself.“Because I’ve spent my whole life being someone things happened to. The auction. The bond. The Sight showing up whether I called it or not.” She crossed her arms, some of the old vulnerability from the block still visible underne
Sold to the Broken Throne Chapter Thirty-One - Learning What’s Mine
Ondine POV“Call it,” Yselda said, standing a careful distance back in the clearing behind the garden, arms crossed, watching Ondine with the same steady patience she brought to everything. “Not in fear. Not under threat. Just call it, the way you’d flex a hand you’ve never properly used before.”Ondine closed her eyes, reaching for the same place the silver had come from at Hollow Creek, at Vaunt’s own court — that deep, buried thing that had spent her whole life dormant under a lifetime of being told she was nothing. It came slower here, without a blade at her throat or a room full of strangers deciding her worth, and for a long moment nothing happened at all.“I don’t know how to find it without being afraid first,” she admitted, opening her eyes, frustration prickling under her skin. “Every time before, it’s come because I needed it to survive something. I don’t know how to just — reach for it, calmly, and have it answer.”“That’s not a flaw,” Yselda said. “That’s simply where you
Sold to the Broken Throne Chapter Thirty - The Ones Who Come Home Anyway
Fenwick POVThey returned to Hollow Creek eight days after the alliance was struck, travel-worn and lighter for it, and found someone already waiting at the treeline — a lean, gray-haired figure sitting patiently on an overturned log, a healer’s satchel at her feet, watching their approach with an expression Fenwick couldn’t read from a distance.It took him nearly the full last stretch of the path to recognize her.“Yselda.” His voice caught on the name, disbelief and something warmer tangled together in his chest. “How did you—”“I left the camp three days after you did,” she said, rising, brushing dust from clothes that had clearly seen a long, hard road. “That officer’s report made me a liability the moment word reached anyone with real authority. I’d spent three years making myself unremarkable enough to survive there. I wasn’t foolish enough to think that would last once a Kessler patrol had my face attached to yours in their reports.”“You should have sent word. We’d have come
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