This is my super very late Christmas gift fic for Orangeflavor, one of my favorite authors and definitely one of the best when it comes to Krem romance fics and angst. At the same time, it's also my experiment in style. Enjoy!
Certainty.
This land does not have it. Nobody possesses it. Not even in the gravest of dangers do its people see the need for it. The Blight is a time when certainty is needed most.
Sten is disgusted by these bas, but how can he return to his people without his soul? Traitor. Deserter. He would be slain on sight by the Qun, but he would expect no less of it.