Aug. 29th, 2016

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STORY NOTES: Anonymous Avatar has sent extensive edits of previous chapters which fix continuity errors and also change Earth time to Ovanan time. An Ovanan year is 14 years, for example. Also, chapter headings will be revised. I'll be loading them later this week. I'd love to load everything in one clean masterpost, but there's a character limit on what livejournal will let me load here.

Title -- "Love and Loyalty: Aeren" Book Two Chapter 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.

WARNING: Child abuse. Some content may be disturbing for some readers.

PART III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII Part VIII
Part VIX

Aeren was escorted to the gymnasium flanked by enormous Shields. Immaculate boots beat a rhythm on the polished floors of the halls, a rhythm his much shorter stride and uncertain step disrupted. He was unbound, but did not bother to try to fight his captors. He knew he’d lose.

He’d been scrubbed and fitted into a young cadet’s uniform, clean, and black and simple, covering him from his throat to his wrists, from slim breeches to shining black boots. There had not been time to tailor the fit. His hair was tightly bound in a simple, hastily constructed queue that doubled his hair on itself and halved the length, wrapped in bands that wound the gleaming mass into a club that swayed against his back as he walked. The psi-blocks were visible at his temples, the skin an angry red where they pierced his flesh.

The gymnasium was the center of Teramis physical culture and the Prince was present to take exercise morning and evening in the facilities reserved for his personal use and that of his close staff. On this morning as Aeren arrived, a small, slender figure among mighty men any one of whom could kill him with a glancing blow, the Prince was the center of attention, surrounded by courtiers who watched as he and an opponent fought with sabers drawn. Naked to the waist, both men had no armor or padding for protection, wearing only plain, fitted grey breeches and gleaming black boots as they battled. They had slashes of red on face and body, shedding blood in rivulets down their pale skin. Kovar had a long cut on his face. It dripped red trails down his throat.

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