"I suppose..."
"But how? The King was planning to tell him, but what would that mean for us?"
"I'm not sure. But we are going to have to. Otherwise, how can he prepare?"
"Prepare for what?"
"Oh, come now, Leksi."
I didn't understand.
"We're going to have to prepare for war."
I cracked up, but she did not join me. Oh, my saints. She was serious. I stopped laughing.
"You can't be serious."
"Well, your father is already planning to overthrow the king. It looks like he'll have to move up his plans."
OH MY SAINTS. THIS COULD NOT BE REAL!!
"But, mother."
She raised her hand in a silencing motion.
"Leksi, you must understand how much you mean to him. To both of us."
Her tone softened.
She reached out and caressed my cheek.
"There is nothing we wouldn't do for you."
"And the grisha?"
"Hmmm..." she acknowledged dismissively.
Hmmm indeed.
"Alina! Alina! It's the General. He'd like to speak with you. I think he knows. He knows..."
Genya stopped in her tracks as soon as she saw me. But she knew it was too late.
"Leksi, I thought..."
"Tell him I'm coming"
"Me too."
"No!" they both shouted in unison.
"And why not?"
They both did not have an answer to that.
We all made our way to the Darkling's study.
"General, Alina Starkov," Genya announced.
"Alina, I..."
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FanfictionBorn to both light and shadows, I'm respected but feared. I have lived many centuries and served as a general under the Darkling and Mother's reign. In a desperate attempt to flee an ambush, I unknowingly used merzost. Little did I know that I had r...
Chapter 42: This Meant War
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