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Author-- AnonymousAvatar
series -- A Distant Soil
Disclaimer -- Colleen Doran owns all
Rating -- NC-17
Characters/Pairing -- Seren/ Kovar, D'mer/Seren
Summary -- The Avatar and his Shield Kovar must face a conspiracy that threatens everyone and everything they love. Kovar and Aeren get to know one another a little better. Comedy and Drama Ensues.

PART I PART II PART III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part VIX Part X Part XI Part XII Part XIII Part XIV Part XV Part XVI Part XVII Part VXIII Part VIX Part XX Part XXI XXII Part XXIII XXIV XXV XXVI


Kovar carefully held Aeren long into the night, until the young squire stopped thrashing and crying out, calling for comfort and protection from one who had likely never been able to give it. The Prince finally fell asleep, long after Aeren did, only to be awakened a short time later when Aeren quietly slipped from Kovar’s embrace and out of bed. Kovar pretended to slumber on, shielding himself tightly to prevent Aeren from sensing his wakefulness. He could feel Aeren’s eyes on him as he held the curtain aside and studied Kovar’s prone form lit by the pale light of the dying fire. Then Aeren allowed the bed curtains to close again, enfolding Kovar in darkness once more.

The Prince could hear Aeren’s light step, the sound of items being moved quietly about, clothing being drawn over flesh, and then the swish of a door and a blast of cold air as it opened and closed again. Aeren had left the chamber. Kovar stared into the darkness, expecting his quick return. Perhaps Aeren had food stores somewhere, or had left something in the cave entrance. But he did not return.

The silence was punctuated by the sound of the fan on the coal fire, which pumped what little warm air remained of the dying embers into the room. Kovar lay in the great bed, chilly and stiff, wondering if he should try to follow Aeren wherever he had gone. He realized no one knew these underground caves and chambers like the crystalcutter: one could become hopelessly lost in minutes without a guide. Kovar bit his lip, and tentatively reached out with his senses, feeling once again the strange and disturbing hum that greeted him when he first entered the caves, discomforting and invasive. He pulled back into himself quickly.

Frowning, he sat up and pulled aside the bedcurtains. The room was left as it had been the night before, but the fire was dim. A soft glow emanated from the far end of the room. Perhaps Aeren had left a light on. The bedside table bore other evidence of Aeren’s presence: he’d placed a bowl of fruit, a large hot plate of pastries and meat pies, and a fresh carafe of spring water next to it. There was a sprig of a fresh fragrant herb as well, remat, favored for cleansing the palate. Kovar smiled at the scent. Aeren must grow it in the hothouse he mentioned. A pot of cider with a small, hand written label HOT placed upon it, in case Kovar might thoughtlessly touch it and burn himself, and another hand written note: BACK SOON.

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Author-- AnonymousAvatar
series -- A Distant Soil
Disclaimer -- Colleen Doran owns all
Rating -- NC-17
Characters/Pairing -- Seren/ Kovar, D'mer/Seren
Summary -- The Avatar and his Shield Kovar must face a conspiracy that threatens everyone and everything they love. Kovar and Aeren get to know one another a little better. Comedy and Drama Ensues.

PART I PART II PART III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part VIX Part X Part XI Part XII Part XIII Part XIV Part XV Part XVI Part XVII Part VXIII Part VIX
Part XX Part XXI XXII Part XXIII XXIV XXV

Aeren insisted on the full measure of his time allotment on the comm with Seren. Kovar just wanted to get some sleep.

The boys were as silly and giddy as Kovar had come to expect of them, full of gossip, and endearments, and banal chatter. Kovar could not fathom how they could generate so much to talk out of so little substance. There was a great deal of commentary about some clothes the Heir didn’t like, and whether or not Aeren would approve of them. And plants. And the Heir wanted a pet, but Etan said no. This was a great injustice.

Though Aeren was the elder, he regressed and babbled boyish nonsense until he seemed no more senior than the Heir. He giggled. He cooed. He sighed. He delighted in every trivial utterance.

Kovar’s eyes rolled back in his head so many times he feared they’d get stuck there. He tried hard to ignore them, and put his effort into studying the sanitary issues that had cropped up in the lower quarter of the city of Morita. Aeren made periodic kissing noises. Kovar did not enjoy pondering sewage, but anything to take his mind off the gooey drivel next to him.

Mercifully, Aeren summoned a game on his tablet, and he and Seren played quietly together until the time was up on their nightly liaison. Then Aeren kissed the face of the tablet, which Kovar thought from the other side of the screen must make him look like some sort of underwater creature gasping for breath. The sound of Seren’s delicate kiss in return signaled the end of the twee torture.

Aeren was glowing with happiness and he smiled broadly at Kovar when all was done.

“Saveris wants to talk to you,” he said. He passed Kovar his tablet, and the Prince shut down his own system and accepted it.

“I knew you’d end up in bed together,” said Saveris archly at the sight of them.

“Oh, shut up,” said Kovar.

“Piss off,” said Aeren. He pulled up a furry blanket and rolled onto his side, back to Kovar.

“He let you into one of his bolt holes? Kovar, he must really like you.”

“I am in the abode of some sort of modern primitive,” said the Prince. “We are reduced to making our own fire and clothing ourselves in animal skins. Soon we will find a woman for breeding.”

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Author-- AnonymousAvatar
series -- A Distant Soil
Disclaimer -- Colleen Doran owns all
Rating -- NC-17
Characters/Pairing -- Seren/ Kovar, D'mer/Seren
Summary -- The Avatar and his Shield Kovar must face a conspiracy that threatens everyone and everything they love. Kovar and Aeren get to know one another a little better. Comedy and Drama Ensues.

PART I PART II PART III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part VIX Part X Part XI Part XII Part XIII Part XIV Part XV Part XVI Part XVII Part VXIII Part VIX
Part XX Part XXI XXII Part XXIII

He’s insane, thought Kovar.

Aeren reached the rim of the valley in seconds, hurtling at more than 60 miles per hour, hitting an icy, rocky outcrop and flying over it, landing with ease over 100 feet away in a burst of powdery snow, no easy feet with a heavy pack on his back. He turned with perfect form, an arc of spray bursting around him as he skidded to a halt and waited for Kovar to catch up.

Kovar took the more conservative approach, angling his skis horizontally over the face of the mountain, one leg out and the other back with his bottom low and close to the snow to slow his descent. He reached Aeren and scolded with the thought, “Good way to cause an avalanche, show off.” He could sense Aeren’s unshielded exhilaration.

I won’t let the big bad snow get you,” Aeren thought in return, mirth bubbling forward. “Come on. First snare is just over there.”

A grid with the map of the snares was projected on the inside of Kovar’s visor. Almost completely buried in snow and ice, the snares could barely be discerned by the naked eye. Aeren, however, with his unique sensitivity to energy signatures, could see them even without the map.

Stay back,” Aeren ordered. Kovar was once again amused by Aeren’s vigorous assumption of command, though he assumed for now that this was due to Aeren being in his natural element. Kovar would be less accommodating were Aeren to attempt to shoulder an authoritative role in Kovar’s sphere unbidden, and he wondered when he would, which seemed inevitable.

Aeren removed one of his gloves, his hand shuddering slightly in the immense cold. He carefully approached the snare, which appeared as nothing more than a bump in the show with a small dark depression where the scanner beam was focused toward the valley. Aeren’s image shivered as the enhancer attempted to block him from the snare’s sensors. He carefully stepped toward it. The top of the snare swiveled around, recognizing the vibrations on the ground that indicated warmth and movement. Aeren reached out and touched the top of the machine with his bare hand. Suddenly it shuddered, a small arc of electricity sparking from it.

The small trail of sparks spread, light fast, from one snare to the next, and as far as Kovar could see little explosions popped up, detonating one snare after the other in a line along their uplinks. Aeren was as still as stone, concentrating, his exposed hand on the snow and ice and freezing metal, willing it to discharge his disruption force to every snare in the valley. Kovar’s visor read the death of each one as a small silver mark on a grid, the power blinking out along a ragged web.

Finally, Aeren gasped and drew back his hand, stuffing it into his glove with relief. “Freaking cold!” he exclaimed.

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Title -- "Love and Loyalty: Aeren" Book Two Chapter Seven Part TWO

Author-- AnonymousAvatar
series -- A Distant Soil
Disclaimer -- Colleen Doran owns all
Rating -- NC-17
Characters/Pairing -- Seren/ Kovar, D'mer/Seren
Summary -- The Avatar and his Shield Kovar must face a conspiracy that threatens everyone and everything they love. Kovar and Aeren get to know one another a little better. Comedy and Drama Ensues.

PART I PART II PART III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part VIX Part X Part XI Part XII Part XIII Part XIV Part XV Part XVI Part XVII Part VXIII Part VIX
Part XX Part XXI XXII





Aeren did not intend to take a nap as he’d been ordered to do, but he found himself dozing off anyway, until the Prince informed him the tram was nearing their destination and it was time to gear up. The Prince and his squire were suited for the worst Ovanan winters had to throw at them: undersuits with temperature controls, oversuits with secondary temperature control, parkas, masks, heavy boots, ski-shoes and hoods.

The climate control waned near the edge of the city. The outer limits were cool, but not nearly as cold as the snowy plains beyond. Kovar hesitated as they stepped off the tram platform. Then he nudged Aeren.

The squire turned to see the Inquisitors standing at the far edge of the platform, surrounded by two Octets of Kovar’s finest. The Inquisitors looked quite put out, and were underdressed for the cool weather that chilled the platform even though they were still on the city’s underground level.

You said they were gone! Aeren thought.

They are gone. From the palace. Kovar returned. They took my private tram here hours ago. But I’m afraid there has been a serious delay with the transport from Rereshad. An avalanche. Or a storm. Or a mechanical malfunction. They could be stuck here for awhile. And them without proper coats, he added with mock concern.

No one appeared to be providing warm cover for the Inquisitors, or any other hospitality. They sipped hot drinks bought from a cheap walkway vendor nearby. Kovar felt Aeren’s amusement at the sight of their sour faces. Then the men slipped into the crowd of workers emerging onto the glidewalks to the city above where the cold air sent a blast of chill down the tubes. Kovar’s long legs cut a swath through the throng, Aeren struggling to keep up. Teramis men and women were almost all taller than he was, though servants and visitors from other Houses were more common on the outer edges of the capital city. Kovar navigated the streets and alleys with the certainty of a man who had done it many times before.

In minutes, they arrived at the office of a dealer who rented and sold snow skiffs. The place was scruffy, and the offerings were second rate and overpriced. The last place a Prince would do business, which is why Kovar did business there.

Shields were common customers, palace Shields rarer, and the dealer looked Aeren over skeptically. Aeren’s eccentric snowsuit and bright red and white parka with its ancient, intricate crystal adornments had been replaced by the illusion of a plain student’s severe environment wear. The enhancer also dampened his aura until it disappeared, Aeren’s glamour gone, but Kovar had not calibrated it to make him taller. “Cadet,” said Kovar, noting the dealer’s doubtful glare.

“Is he legal? I won’t have to do with any funny business going on with boys from the creche,” said the dealer with a growl.

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Pencil art drawing of D'mer by Beth Bisson.
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This is a picture of the side table of Colleen Doran's studio, and what do we spy in the corner over by the colored pencils? A handmade selwit courtesy of Gail Courtney! It looks like it's making a beeline for that bagel.

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There's no credit on this recipe from Faraway Dirt, an A DISTANT SOIL fanzine newsletter, but the border art is by Colleen Doran herself, of Seren and some cute selwits!

This recipe is outstanding. The only hard thing about it is the Coco Lopez, which I had a fit finding. This is my favorite cupcake recipe, and the cakes are so delicious I prefer them without frosting.


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Title -- "Love and Loyalty: Aeren" Book Two Chapter Seven Part One
Author-- AnonymousAvatar
series -- A Distant Soil
Disclaimer -- Colleen Doran owns all
Rating -- NC-17
Characters/Pairing -- Seren/ Kovar, D'mer/Seren
Summary -- The Avatar and his Shield Kovar must face a conspiracy that threatens everyone and everything they love. Kovar and Aeren get to know one another a little better. Comedy and Drama Ensues.

PART I PART II PART III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part VIX Part X Part XI Part XII Part XIII Part XIV Part XV Part XVI Part XVII Part VXIII Part VIX
Part XX Part XXI



“Twenty million credits,” she said again.

The Royal Court Office was near the Receiving Hall. The office was small, and almost empty but for a dais and throne at one end where Kovar accepted calls from the lofty over a tightly secured comm.

He wore one of his magnificent, deep red coats, heavily embroidered, richly detailed in gold: no religious silver for this meeting. He’d chosen the informal afternoon jacket to imply a casual attitude about a matter over which he was not casual at all. It was open, revealing the long column of the snow-white skin of his powerful chest. His thick black hair was unbound and trailed over one shoulder, down the front of the coat in shocking contrast to his icy flesh and wine deep jacket. He wore slender black gloves made of the glossy skin of an animal.

He was alone in the office, as he usually was when engaging in state matters of this sort.
The comm would only show his upper body, and the receiver of the call would not see his soft, furred, informal slippers tapping a beat against a cushion.

The lady projected on the comm was stunningly beautiful, clean lined and still, her head topped with a magnificent and elaborately layered braided crown of pure white hair studded with gems. A long fall of her locks fell free of the plaited tiara in a glittering cascade. Her eyes were light blue and cold as snow and her face was long and slender, delicately painted, the lightest touch of pink on her porcelain cheeks, her eyes limned with contoured pastel shades that deepened her lashes and brows. Her lips were astonishingly red, and the paint on them glittered with the reflected light of tiny of mica flakes.

She wore a sheer vest of light blush gauze open to her waist, embellished with tendrils of embroidered flowers and vines, her rouged nipples visible through the diaphanous fronds. The finger of her right hand played among the verdant sequins, coyly trailing up and down the tableau.

She smiled prettily with postured care, her teeth very, very white between lightly parted lips, pleased to see Kovar before her so handsome and informally attired. She had brought him to her. This was not easy to accomplish, even over a comm.

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We don't have much Liana and Jason fanfic up yet, but here's some fan art.

Pencil line art by Colleen Doran colored by Ella! Thanks for posting it, Ella! We love it!

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Title -- "Love and Loyalty: Aeren" Book Two Chapter Six Part Two
Author-- AnonymousAvatar
series -- A Distant Soil
Disclaimer -- Colleen Doran owns all
Rating -- NC-17
Characters/Pairing -- Seren/ Kovar, D'mer/Seren
Summary -- The Avatar and his Shield Kovar must face a conspiracy that threatens everyone and everything they love. Kovar and Aeren get to know one another a little better. Comedy and Drama Ensues.

PART I PART II PART III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part VIX Part X Part XI Part XII Part XIII Part XIV Part XV Part XVI Part XVII Part VXIII Part VIX
Part XX

Aeren played a game of Ice and Air with Seren on an antique board given him by Kovar. It was a beautifully carved set, with lovely old bits of selenite and azurite, worn smooth by many years of use. Seren was rather good at the game mostly because his playing was so chaotic Aeren couldn’t follow his strategy. When Seren realized Aeren was losing on purpose, he became vexed.

“It’s cheap when you let me win,” the Heir grumbled.

So Aeren finally won, and Seren took it amiably.

Aeren and Seren enjoyed their kiss goodnight again, and Aeren glared in Kovar’s direction as he left for his apartment to go to sleep. Kovar didn’t react, except to admonish him to get plenty of rest: they’d be leaving for the mountains on the morrow.

Aeren was stinging still from Kovar’s teasing about his affection for Seren. “Besotted!” The word made Aeren uncomfortable. He loved Seren with a pureness that Aeren treasured as sacred and it irritated him that the Prince considered this consecrated space a target for his mockery. He prayed his annoyance didn’t show when he spoke to the Heir, whose feelings were Aeren’s protectorate.

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A recipe from the A DISTANT SOIL fanzine with accompanying art by Alice Cascorbi.

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Title -- "Love and Loyalty: Aeren" Book Two Chapter Six
Author-- AnonymousAvatar
series -- A Distant Soil
Disclaimer -- Colleen Doran owns all
Rating -- NC-17
Characters/Pairing -- Seren/ Kovar, D'mer/Seren
Summary -- The Avatar and his Shield Kovar must face a conspiracy that threatens everyone and everything they love. Kovar and Aeren get to know one another a little better. Comedy and Drama Ensues.

PART I PART II PART III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part VIX Part X Part XI Part XII Part XIII Part XIV Part XV Part XVI Part XVII Part VXIII Part VIX

Aeren was in a much better mood after he’d had his evening chat with the Heir Apparent. Kovar, as promised, allowed the boys to speak through the comm in his bedroom at the handsome desk by his private library. The Prince lingered nearby, comfortably settled in a chair by the fire, pretending to be very interested in a book: close enough to the comm to know Aeren and Seren were behaving themselves, but not close enough to be intrusive. He could hear their soft voices barely above a whisper, Seren’s higher and brighter than Aeren’s, and full of joy. He could hear laughter, and imprudent jokes, snippets of inconsequential gossip, Aeren’s assurances that he was well, happy, and cared for, and, then, unexpectedly, the slow swell of soft singing.

Kovar looked up from his book. He saw Aeren, his eyes closed, a smile on his face, his jaw cupped in his hand as he leaned over the table toward the projection. Seren’s exquisitely pure tenor grew until it filled the room. It was an old ballad of lovers stranded in a snowstorm, of longing and loss, and it spoke of many things of which the young boy could not possibly have had any experience. But he sang it with such sincerity that it seemed as if he had lived the pain and desire himself. It was the most beautiful rendition of the song Kovar had ever heard.

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Title -- "Love and Loyalty: Aeren" Book Two Chapter Five Part Two
Author-- AnonymousAvatar
series -- A Distant Soil
Disclaimer -- Colleen Doran owns all
Rating -- NC-17
Characters/Pairing -- Seren/ Kovar, D'mer/Seren
Summary -- The Avatar and his Shield Kovar must face a conspiracy that threatens everyone and everything they love. Kovar and Aeren get to know one another a little better. Comedy and Drama Ensues.

PART I PART II PART III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part VIX Part X Part XI Part XII Part XIII
Part XIV Part XV Part XVI Part XVII Part VXIII

In the Reception Hall, before the court and Inquisitors, Kovar had declared a storm was imminent. The bright morning seemed to belie his prediction, but shortly after Aeren’s attorney went his way, the sky darkened and the view of the mountains from Aeren’s beautiful cream and gold and blue apartment was almost completely obscured by a grey wall of wind and snow. He stood watching the beauty and chaos through the enormous windows, a sullen and quiet figure, wondering if the vista was a portent of his future here in the cold halls of Teramis.

He’d removed the flimsy shirt that made a decoration of him that morning, and replaced it with a comfortable and thick pure white sweater, that he had to doff shortly after, for as Kovar commanded, a tailor arrived in the late afternoon to take Aeren’s measure with a little scanning device. Kovar’s provisions for Aeren’s wardrobe would be supplemented soon with simple cadet uniforms, proper clothing for the gymnasium and, Aeren was surprised to hear, court clothing in the style of Teramis. He knew that the training he would receive could require that he be sequestered for weeks or even months. Aeren had no idea how long he would be isolated or how deep the isolation would be. It could be quite a while before he’d be allowed to attend court again and would need formal clothes. Then again, the style and craftsmanship Kovar would no doubt demand could require a long time to prepare.

Aeren paced the room before the big window framing the grey storm, his feet bare, his hair loose, flowing over the thick, comfortable sweater, which was slightly too big for his slender frame. Aeren had always chosen his own isolation. Fleeing to the mountains for weeks, disappearing without a word, wrapping himself up in the cool quiet of the mountains and the song of the stones. Now isolation was being forced upon him. He wasn’t sure he liked it, and it had been only his first day.

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Title -- "Love and Loyalty: Aeren" Book Two Chapter Five Part One
Author-- AnonymousAvatar
series -- A Distant Soil
Disclaimer -- Colleen Doran owns all
Rating -- NC-17
Characters/Pairing -- Seren/ Kovar, D'mer/Seren
Summary -- The Avatar and his Shield Kovar must face a conspiracy that threatens everyone and everything they love. Kovar and Aeren get to know one another a little better. Comedy and Drama Ensues.

PART I PART II PART III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part VIX Part X Part XI Part XII Part XIII
Part XIV Part XV Part XVI Part XVII



Aeren stepped through the front door of his apartment as Erastos, still holding him by the arm, looked sharply down at the tablet he had in his hand, and nodded to the Quadrant. They closed the door behind them leaving Aeren and Erastos alone in the pleasant rooms with their golden colors and the bright sun of the day flooding in from the wide windows.

Aeren felt an uncomfortable tingle, a small electrical charge through him as they walked over the threshold, and he looked sharply at Erastos. The secretary had a small, quiet smile on his face. Aeren felt a breath of thought brush his mind, asking for permission to speak. Aeren gave it.

We’re being watched,” Erastos thought.

“I know, I feel it…someone’s bugged the room. There’s a blue jewel on the wall by the entrance…”

“You can pinpoint that? Remarkable. The Prince told me you have hidden talents.” Aloud he said, “I’m sorry you had to go through that. It must have been very uncomfortable for you.”

“I’m all right,” said Aeren, taking his instructions to act as quickly as he’d taken them from Kovar in the Reception Hall. “I’m just sorry I brought this on the House of Teramis.”

Erastos paused a moment, listening to directions from Kovar who was, by now, wrangling with the Royal Purse about what extortion fee to settle on Lady Sere. Then he said aloud, “The Prince believes there is something else behind this bad feeling between you and Lady Sere. You must have broken her heart at some point. She is very jealous.”

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A Distant Soil's handsome Prince is supposed to look like a "more butch version of Jeremy Brett". So here's a comparison.


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An oil painting of the esteemed Major from A DISTANT SOIL by Colleen Doran.
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Title -- "Love and Loyalty: Aeren" Book Two Chapter Four Part Three
Author-- AnonymousAvatar
series -- A Distant Soil
Disclaimer -- Colleen Doran owns all
Rating -- NC-17
Characters/Pairing -- Seren/ Kovar, D'mer/Seren
Summary -- The Avatar and his Shield Kovar must face a conspiracy that threatens everyone and everything they love. Kovar and Aeren get to know one another a little better.

PART I PART II PART III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part VIX Part X Part XI Part XII Part XIII
Part XIV Part XV Part XVI

They know,” thought Aeren desperately, “God, Kovar!”

Calm!” came Kovar’s urgent thought. “They know nothing! Nothing!” Kovar showed no emotion as he looked at the little Inquisitor woman who peered back with a satisfied expression on her face, certain she had hit a nerve. The court watched Aeren in breathless silence. That Aeren had been sent from the Avatar’s Palace for some sort of deep and personal offense was known, but none knew what this offense was, particularly as it applied to the child Avatar. And the words Riet had used made it sound like a very unsavory offense indeed.

Kovar was in peak form in a moment, his smile spreading as he fixed Inquisitor Riet with his unsettling silver eyes. Kovar’s smile was a remarkable thing, Aeren mused. His face and startling white skin were so perfectly sculpted, utterly without crease or flaw, it seemed as if any motion would make his flesh crack. Then his smile appeared, a broad, friendly, disarming display of thin red lips and white teeth, predatory and youthfully handsome at once. If one was about to be eaten, one would enjoy the experience.

“It’s no secret our squire was cast out of the Avatar’s House. You witnessed his infirmity yourself just a moment ago,” said Kovar, pleasantly. Aeren suppressed an almost overwhelming desire to squirm and caught another warning thought of “Calm!” from Kovar. “The Avatar discussed his issues with us in private. One is loathe to air them.”

Riet looked confused. “Infirmity?”

They’re here to find out what I know, you little fool,” Kovar’s shielded thought hit Aeren like a smack in the face. “If they thought you’d been murdering Sere’s circle of acquaintances, they’d shout it to all in the court and demand I turn you over.”

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