May 11: "I am the spirit that denieth all things," feat. Bronau of Rittevon. TC spoilers.
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Bronau of Rittevon had been in denial once, just once.
Normally he had taken everything in stride—the debts, the political intricacies of Court life, the attempted wrath of betrayed and angry husbands and betrotheds. He accepted what could not be changed, and changed what he decided that he couldn't accept.
Nothing had ever unraveled for him; nothing had fallen apart, despite the threats and warnings of his rivals, which he had laughed off without a second thought.
But now, this is different. Mequen's bleeding body lies on the floor of the bedchamber, there is screaming all around him, havoc, chaos, the slash in his arm throbs so much that he can barely stand straight—
The little girl, Dovasary, lifts the bow and levels it at his heart. He sees the ice in her eyes, and his feet are leaden, and in that split second, Bronau denies it, denies that this could be happening to him—
There is damp warmth gushing out all over his chest, now, and before the world goes black, Bronau decides that he really doesn't like being in denial.
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