THE CAPTIVE'S LOVE
"Lovely child. Studies the monastery school on the border, doesn't she?"
Arven's face turned white.
"You wouldn't."
"You made me do this," Vladimir snarled, every word coated in ice. "Now listen to me, or I swear, Arven, you'll watch her memory fade before she ever says grandfather again."
A long, frozen silence.
Then—
The sorcerer's eyes dropped away.
".You're worse than your father," he snarled.
And with nothing further spoken, he turned to the altar, eyes fading with defeat, lips beginning to chant.
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