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Chapter 9 – Wartime Diplomacy
The first thing Shaelith noticed when she woke up was the unfamiliar scent of pine resin and damp forest floor, and it was cold, at least relatively. Right. Sylvyn border fort. Not at home. Beside her, Ryzinre was breathing evenly, even though her face was half covered by her long silverish hair. The young woman from a minor house associated with House Vyrnara, who was one of the servants accompanying Shaelith, had proven to be a pleasant traveling companion. She was uncomplicated, loyal, good in…-
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On her bed, between the spider-silk sheets, lay a breathtakingly beautiful male Shaeravyn. He was naked, with shimmering purple skin, well-proportioned muscles and long silver hair. Next to him was an equally naked woman and the messages braided in her lavender hair made Shaelith blush. Both of them looked up expectantly. "Luminous Shaelith," the man purred, rose up on one elbow and let his muscles flex in the soft glow of the mushrooms. "Happy Birthday! We are your present." Despite the moss…
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Chapter 7 – Birthday Eve
His mother's words still echoed in Jacob's head, three days after they had fallen. Grow up, Shaelith. Soon. Tomorrow was his eighteenth birthday, or rather, Shaelith's eighteenth birthday. The date was basically meaningless to the Shaeravyn, but eighteen years in this body, as Shaelith, was a strange milestone for him. It took some effort to push those thoughts aside to concentrate on more practical concerns. The birthday banquet tomorrow was largely a purely political event. Too his great relief…-
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Chapter 6 – The Presentation
When they could see again, the purple fire fizzled out with a final, defiant hiss against Jacob's protective shield and the corridor smelled of the burnt mycelium of the smoldering walls. Amateur. Whoever wants me dead definitely paid too much for this lousy job. House retainer Haeliz, who had been a part of Shaelith's escort, lay in a spreading pool of blood. A crystal shard from one of the goblets the supposed servant carried had been caught in the blast and severed his carotid artery. A quick…-
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Chapter 5 – Emergency Session
"No, Araphylle, the third line must curve inwards." Jacob corrected the shaky line of Mycelial ink on the girl's forearm with a stroke of his finger. "Think of it like a funnel that catches light." Eight little faces of Vyrnara girls stared at him, their purple foreheads in identical wrinkles of effort. The youngest was just six, the oldest ten. All of them were in various stages of 'I-want-to-be-a-powerful-sorceress' fever. They're so god damn cute. Jacob suppressed a smile. Just like me back then.…-
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Chapter 4 – Certified Sorceress
"Groff'fuffbar nark buffra." Vyriz's pronunciation was so bad that it could probably even pass for deliberate poetry among goblins. "Groff'fu-ffar," Jacob corrected automatically, leaning his head against Vyriz's shoulder. The embroidered cushions they lounged on were pleasantly cool against his bare calf, one of the few parts of his body his simple wrap-around dress didn't cover. "More saliva on the second F. Imagine spitting out a particularly tough mushroom." "Charming." Vyriz grimaced. "And that…-
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Chapter 3 – A Strange Childhood
"Hold still, Shaelith." The servant pulled another purple strand through the complicated weave. "Almost done." Jacob sat motionless on the padded stool and watched in the mirror as his hair was woven into messages. House Vyrnara above all others. Daughter of the Matriarch. Studies Sorcery. Virgin. The list went on with an incredible amount of information about a seven-year-old child, even a seven-year-old elf child, but he had no control over it. At his apparent age, others decided what his hairstyle…-
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Chapter 2 – Mushroom Metropolis
What. The. Hell. His little body began to tremble, overwhelmed by impressions and feelings he couldn't categorize. Jacob tried to think clearly, but his brain refused to process the situation. Okay, let's summarize this. I just drowned. Then... nothing? And now I'm a toddler in the city of glowing mushrooms. With... purple mushroom... people? Sure. Perfectly normal. Everyday situation. Happens in the best families. He looked at his tiny hands. They were violet. Oh. The tall figure who had…-
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Chapter 19 – No Means No
Shaelith turned and saw Benderast approaching. He smelled of moss wine and his gait was slightly unsteady, but those familiar eyes she knew from another life were shining with anticipation. "So," he said, his voice taking on a tone he probably thought was seductive. "Finally alone." Oh no. He ran his fingers through his curly shoulder-length hair, which might have looked charming on another man, but on Ben it seemed terribly rehearsed, as if he had copied the gesture from a bad soap opera. "You look…-
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Laenre sat on her chair made of woven mycelium, making notes on supply listswith an inscrutable expression. "Mother, you can't be serious." Shaelith stood in front of the polished obsidian desk and had her hands clenched into fists. "Vyriz is chained up at that warlock's fortress, losing fingers as we speak, while I'm supposed to enter into a concubine contract with some idiot?" Laenre looked up from a document and fixed her cool amethyst eyes on Shaelith. "De facto, you have already entered into it…
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