Commander Braghaman Larethian
Braghaman @braghaman#82
2021-01-23 21:44:00

Unexpected Travel Plans

“She went where?”

Braghaman looked at the two young paladins standing in his front yard. Daicya shot a concerned look to Jhern who returned the look before taking a deep breath and turning back at Braghaman.

“It may not have been her,” Jhern said.

“It looked like her,” Daicya quickly interjected.

“But she was on the other side of the hall and there were a lot of other people grouped around there.”

“If it wasn’t her, then where is she?”

“I don’t know, I’m just saying…”

“Okay, enough,” Bragh interrupted. “Niviene is not here. She got a message from the Cathedral and left for Stormwind.”

“See,” Daicya said quietly to Jhern.

“What exactly did you two see?”

“Well, we were in the great hall,” Jhern...

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Niviene Larethian
Niviene @niviene#104
2021-01-19 01:17:00

The Will of the Light

“I’m here to see Bishop Lancaster, he sent for me.” Niviene said to the third priest she’d been directed to, her voice taking on an impatient edge. It had been ages since she’d been to the Stormwind Cathedral and longer still since anyone there had thought to ask for her specifically. Unable to determine what the summons was about, the priestess had agreed to make the journey to the capital, certain she would be home before the school day was over.

“He’s just through there.” the priest motioned vaguely toward a door, his expression harried and dour. Niviene opened her mouth to speak but the man glowered at her and walked away. With a sigh the priestess walked through the indicated door, startled to see a bustle of...

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Club Night Owl - New Years Party

Saeil Moonblade

CLUB NIGHT OWL: 3RD ANNUAL NEW YEARS PARTYimageClub Night Owl is a dance club that hosts monthly events at The Howling Owl, just upstairs from the rustic coffee shop!

Hosted by Saeil Moonblade. There will be bartenders serving drinks and music will be provided by DJ Moonblade!

Come have fun with us at our 3rd Annual New Years Party themed night! We’ll have themed drinks, lots of music and dancing! Feel free to come dressed in a themed outfit, if you’d like!

When: Friday, January 1st, 6PM WrA server time 

Fireworks show at 8PM by Caythaes Mekandawn! @mekandawn

Location: Club Night Owl (Dawn’s Blossom, Jade Forest, Pandaria)

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We will be in the upstairs of the tavern!

All races and factions are welcome! Bring your Elixir of...

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Howling Owl Poetry & Story Night

Lianellie Quinne

5fe92ccb454f3.jpgCalling all poets, storytellers and coffee lovers!

The Howling Owl is a premier faction neutral coffee shop and bar located in Pandaria and create by Alaris Sunspell and Saeil Moonblade, now run by Lianellie Quinne and Saeil Moonblade. Each month we host an event that allows our patrons to recite poems, tell stories, or even share music for the others in attendance to enjoy. These can be original works or can simply be their favorites. Real world adaptations are fine too!

Location: The Druken Hozen, Dawn’s Blossom, Jade Forest, Pandaria

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When: Friday, January 15th Doors will open at 6PM WrA server time

Drinks and snacks will be served until 6:30PM when readings will start. Then halfway through we will take a half an hour...

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Venibeth Stokes
Venibeth @venibeth#323
2020-12-25 02:05:00

Into the Maw

Whispers about the Maw spread like a dark fog rolling in from the sea. She’d heard them in the marketplace of Stormwind, but it wasn’t until the rumors had made their way to Darkshire that Venibeth paid them any heed.

“The souls of all who die are trapped in the Maw.” 

“They don’t move on. They’re all there. Everyone who died.”

She tried to shake the feelings these words engendered. Tried to go about her day, her mind on the tasks at hand. But each quiet moment was filled with them. The whispers invaded her dreams and she would wake in a cold sweat, certain she’d heard him calling her name.

Finally, unable to move passed the nagging hope, Veni was determined to find the answer. If he was dead she would find him....

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Nealani Dalmoon
Nealani @nealani#348
2020-12-19 23:38:00

Silent Night

The wind blew Nea’s purple curls across her wet cheeks as the overcast night sky loomed above. Nea was not usually one for normal social gatherings but this was far from normal. She sat on the cold cobblestone sidewalk, her kin peppered around her. Some Kaldorei had been living in Stormwind for quite some time and had adapted themselves to a more human schedule of sleeping at night, but it seemed even those who had the ability to do so weren’t sleeping right now..5cunpF2bTyTJayivZnMhbtfOsyGAj6L6t-SBeKZ1xeNjPUX7Uch89VYNn5LhTyO6JKOSVZW0Qz84uyHXRaRXQNPueHybMC5grKyHJP0je48ZbC0FbahY_L3J1MWxaSUuqdFLtl8H

Nea looked up. The luminescent eyes of those around her were dimmed with tears as well. Some tried getting rest, while others murmured prayers to Elune in hope of comfort. Nea looked down at the small bonfire before her, its flames dancing with wild abandon. While it was...

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Moonglaive Sentinels Anniversary Week!

Iyora Silverhawk

Moonglaive Sentinels (formerly Sentinel) is celebrating its TEN YEAR ANNIVERSARY! We have a whole week's worth of events starting tonight with a Moonball Tournament with prizes! Please join us when you can for a week full of fun or when you can! Don't miss the Finale this Saturday (Dec 12th @5pm server) for a drill demonstration and fireworks spectacular in Moonglade!!

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Commander Braghaman Larethian
Braghaman @braghaman#82
2020-12-05 17:51:00

Recalled

“We’re recalling them all, not just your’s.”

“I haven’t finished training them.”

“They will finish their training here.”

“They’re not ready.”

“Regardless, commander, they are to return to the city immediately.”

Braghaman looked away. Priests and paladins continued to bustle around him, their footsteps and hushed conversations echoing in the hall of the Great Cathedral. But the paladin noticed none of it. He was busy trying to think of any argument he could make. Finally he turned back to the bishop.

“Does it worry you that you may be sending them to their deaths, unprepared?”

“That worries me every single time, Brother Larethian. They will complete their training here. We will do our best to make sure they are...

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Bones
Bones @bones#209
2020-11-24 20:58:00

Chapter III: The Prison

Ugh.

Fuck.

The world came back to me slowly, in pieces.

My eyelids were too heavy to open, and so my other senses compensated.

First was my hearing. Hearing was paramount to survival, arguably more than sight. As someone who did most of their dealings in dark places, both figuratively and literally, you learned that the things that go bump into the night, go bump, in the night. At first, everything was distant and distorted, a single canvas of obtuse sounds, that became crisper as my hearing came into focus and I was able to filter individual sounds. The rustle of flapping cloth, the slightest creak of leather, the crackle of burning wood. The scrape of metal on metal.

Then my sense of smell. I had always had a keen nose, and in my...

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Eleeria Silverwing
Eleeria @eleeria#95
2020-11-23 21:13:00

Falling

Fear is for the weak.

Her father had taught her that. Fear, in the moment of combat -- in the heat of action, the moment before the kill -- would make one weak. Hesitation would stop a blade faster than any plate or magic. If she stopped to be cerebral; if she hesitated on her course of action, then she would be lost. The Light only reinforced this teaching: it, too, required absolute certainty. Eleeria had never felt the sudden chill of her holy magic pulling away from her, and she was not interested in ever seeing it disappear. So, she made herself believe. Every choice, every difficult decision, backed up with mental certainty. She did not act until she was certain of purpose.


She had no doubts about what she had done.


The ensuing...

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Commander Braghaman Larethian
Braghaman @braghaman#82
2020-11-22 00:45:00

Bad Feeling

The Larethian home sat silently in the shadow of the nearby forest of Duskwood. Niviene walked into the bedroom to find Braghaman already in bed with his eyes closed. The priestess smiled, moved over to the bed and turned down the covers before sitting on the edge. She started to lean forward to blow out the lamp on her nightstand when she paused. Niv’s smile faded as she looked around the room and slowly sat back up. 

“Bragh?”

“Huh?”

“Something’s wrong.”

Bragh’s eyes shot open and he turned his head to look at Niviene, still sitting on the edge. “Did you hear something?”

“No. But something is wrong. Can’t you feel it?”

Braghaman sat up and tilted his head slightly, his eyes looking down. After a moment, the...

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Howling Owl Poetry & Story Night

Lianellie Quinne

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Calling all poets, storytellers and coffee lovers!

The Howling Owl is a premier faction neutral coffee shop and bar located in Pandaria and create by Alaris Sunspell and Saeil Moonblade, now run by Lianellie Quinne and Saeil Moonblade. Each month we host an event that allows our patrons to recite poems, tell stories, or even share music for the others in attendance to enjoy. These can be original works or can simply be their favorites. Real world adaptations are fine too!

Location: The Druken Hozen, Dawn’s Blossom, Jade Forest, Pandaria

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When: Friday, November 20th Doors will open at 6PM WrA server time

Drinks and snacks will be served until 6:30PM when readings will start. Then halfway through we will take a half an hour...

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Bones
Bones @bones#209
2020-11-11 16:16:00

Chapter II: The Professional

I took a step back, my hand still clasped on my shoulder, where I could still feel the sting of the Light in my flesh, trying to get a bead on my assailant’s position. It wasn’t often that I was on the back foot in the darkness.


I let magic flood my senses, the deep twilight of the night becoming less saturated by color, the edges between things becoming fuzzier and bleeding together. The aura of fauna and flora began to glisten and glimmer, and even in the stormy, midnight darkness in the midst of heavy rain, everything living and dead became more clear.


And I saw those twin knives, blazing bright with divinity, drawn and ready, but I still didn’t fucking see them.


In the darkness I only saw a shimmer, the smallest...

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Bones
Bones @bones#209
2020-11-04 16:37:00

Chapter I: The Prize

 “Stormheim” certainly lived up to it’s name. I don’t just mean in it’s weather, but in it’s spirit, and I mean “spirit” in both senses of the word.


Where Northrend was a solemn, dead place, a frigid frost-scape where the living struggled constantly against the symbolic and literal creeping death of winter, where at it’s heart sat the seat of power for all undeath on Azeroth. Stormheim was alive.


It was alive with old magic, thunderstorms, and raging battles fought between the dead, the living, the near-dead, and the eternally damned.


Rain pelted down around me as I rode towards Haustvald, the patter of the heavy rain hammering my cowl down in front of my eyes. Each hoof-beat that the horse-shaped pile of...

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Club Night Owl

Saeil Moonblade

imageClub Night Owl is a dance club that hosts monthly events at The Howling Owl, just upstairs from the rustic coffee shop!

Hosted by Saeil Moonblade. There will be bartenders serving drinks and music will be provided by DJ Moonblade!

Come have fun with us at our Steampunk themed night! We’ll have themed drinks, lots of music and dancing! Feel free to come dressed in a themed outfit, if you’d like!

When: Friday, November 13th, 6PM WrA server time

Location: Club Night Owl (Dawn’s Blossom, Jade Forest, Pandaria)

We will be in the upstairs of the tavern!

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All races and factions are welcome! Bring your Elixir of Tongues!

If you’re interested in attending this or any of our other events, join our Discord server here!

Join us...

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Nerimoira Kel'Dani
Nerimoira @nerimoira#318
2020-10-24 05:40:00

Cold heart, Colder Hands

Golden eyes stare blankly at the world before them, lost in thought deeper than the ocean. 

Bustling streets, packed taverns and yet, the redhead never felt so alone in the world. Lifting her glass to her lips she scowls into its depths when the liquid sloshes against her lips far warmer than she preferred. holding it between her fingers she watched as frost traveled up the delicate glass stem and around the bulb, chilling the contents in mere moments. Satisfied she once more lifted the glass to her painted lips. 

Andramelech was lost in vivid conversations with the new recruit, a man....or something by the name of Colony. She'd long since lost track of the conversation as she once more stared idly at the bustling life around her....

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Commander Braghaman Larethian
Braghaman @braghaman#82
2020-10-18 19:20:00

Jump!

It had been a loud and exciting night in Goldshire, especially in the tavern. Many travelers had stopped by on their way towards the capital. Some only stayed long enough to get a bite to eat, others stayed until the skies outside darkened. Somewhere in that time, one of the customers produced a mandolin and began singing to the crowd. He wasn’t horrible on the ears and the customers seemed okay with it, so the owner shrugged his shoulders and let it go.

Throughout the afternoon and into the evening, one young lady kept dancing through the crowd as she carried trays of drinks or food to the various customers. She favored everyone with a smile and never ignored a customer. She was a good hire, the owner thought to himself as he poured...

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Nerimoira Kel'Dani
Nerimoira @nerimoira#318
2020-10-15 05:57:00

In Unlikely Places

Red dust coated the hems of her robes as the fiery redhead made her way up the steps of the estate. Her coin pouch minorly lighter, a sickly sweet grin draped across her face. Large marble doors swinging wide as the Sparrow returned to the nest victorious. 

The southern wing of the estate was teeming with life these days, new recruits, those employed under her watchful eye, those in training, bustling about the halls. One thing was for sure, Moira needed more within her ranks to care for those at her beck and call; after all, mistreatment of those freed by her ranks was no better than living in the pure hell of enslavement.

Moira's feet glided through the halls toward her quarters, the dust leaving a trail behind her. She always disliked...

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Club Night Owl - Wicked Rave

Lianellie Quinne

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Club Night Owl is a dance club that hosts monthly events at The Howling Owl, just upstairs from the rustic coffee shop!

Hosted by Saeil Moonblade. There will be bartenders serving drinks and music will be provided by DJ Moonblade!

Come have fun with us at our Wicked Rave themed night! We’ll have themed drinks, lots of music and dancing! Feel free to come dressed in your Hallow’s End costume, if you’d like!

When: Friday, October 23rd, 6PM WrA server time

Location: Club Night Owl (Dawn’s Blossom, Jade Forest, Pandaria)

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We will be in the upstairs of the tavern!

We will be handing out prizes to our favorite costumes!All races and factions are welcome! Bring your Elixir of Tongues!

If you’re interested in attending...

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Fhaliona
Fhaliona @fhaliona#200
2020-10-01 21:54:00

A Small Gift

It had been a few months since the last time Fhaliona had visited the island of Tol Barad, but not much had changed. The docks were bustling; the villagers going about their business of buying, selling, and trading; visitors making their way from the boats to the inn and tavern to sample the renowned food and drink. She passed several with a slight nod, ignoring the concerned stares and whispers at her corrupted appearance and focusing as much attention as she could at blocking the demonic eye on her forehead from sharing its gaze to its master.

Fhal's gold-shod hooves clacked on the stone pathway leading up to the house where her goddaughter and three fathers lived. She gently placed a small iron-bound trunk on the doorstep and tucked a...

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Tinnaire
Tinnaire @tinnaire#332
2020-10-01 02:59:00

That First Curse

That first curse

Salted with power

And kissed with rage

Eagerly chanted verse


That first soul

Slipped through stars

Dark and unwilling

Glowing like coal


That first servant

Voice so defiant

Eyes sharp in need

Hunger forcing her pliant.


Tinnaire
Tinnaire @tinnaire#332
2020-09-30 03:28:00

Reap

Tinnaire brushed aside the last of the forest detritus and smiled where she squatted. The bones were clean; she’d been waiting to collect them, once the forest was done with the rest. A lynx skull, a femur, a few lumbar vertebrae, and a run of coccygeal bones. Not precisely white, but cleaner than when she’d marked them on her little treasure map.


Eversong, for all it had been through the last few decades, was still an ecology she tried not to disturb until nature had gotten its due. Death had sown here. But not always in the Scar variety.


She tugged at the fingers of her riding glove and folded it over her wrist, intent on a tactile prayer of thanks. It would make fine art and she felt her heart swell with gusts of...

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Khaeris Dawndancer
khaeris @khaeris#23
2020-09-29 02:57:00

Poison

The steady tink-tink-tink of the glass under her fingernail was just sharp enough to keep her thoughts from falling too far down the proverbial rabbit-hole. Her eyes wandered over the morning Bazaar markets and she leaned on the rough counter of her stall.


Concoctions and elixirs. Soaps and perfume. Oils, creams, and potions.  Tiny vials and large bottles nested in crates stuffed with straw. Others sat on the fold up displays. Khaeris had always loved the little glass containers her wares came in. She was thankful for her friendship with Pyraelia for many reasons, but connections to talented glassworks were valuable in her alchemical trade.


Especially to some of the more illicit wares she kept under the counter and out of...

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Renrael
Renrael @renrael#153
2020-09-28 02:57:00

Bitter

He wasn’t really known as whimsical. He knew he wasn’t seen as a sourpus, but he tended to stay in the background, rather than the type of person found dancing up on the bar. Ren wasn’t a stick in the mud, he hoped!, but neither was he usually the life of the party.


The new Menagerie vendor had been nice, and he’d bought a window-kit for a plant--starlily. He’d eyed over the menu and the elixirs she’d offered. Various playful potions that changed the way you perceived flavors made him smile.


Still. Everyone standing around and twiddling their thumbs was definitely not his pace either. The Menagerie had been quiet, but there were still the vendors, himself, and Junarra there. Why not have a little fun and get to know...

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Howling Owl Poetry & Story Night, Hallows End edition

Lianellie Quinne

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Calling all poets, storytellers and coffee lovers!

The Howling Owl is a premier faction neutral coffee shop and bar located in Pandaria and created by Alaris Sunspell and Saeil Moonblade. Now run by Saeil Moonblade and Lianellie Quinne, each month we host an event that allows our patrons to recite poems, tell stories, or even share music for the others in attendance to enjoy. These can be original works or can simply be their favorites. Real world adaptations are fine too!

Location: The Druken Hozen, Dawn’s Blossom, Jade Forest, Pandaria

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When: Friday, October 16th Doors will open at 6PM WrA server time

Drinks and snacks will be served until 6:30PM when readings will start. Afterward, drinks and food will be served again....

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Eleeria Silverwing
Eleeria @eleeria#95
2020-09-27 19:44:00

The Truth Is...

“The Truth Is, I’m A Bad Person.”
( Set in the present day. )
7 - Bitter


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“Just try it on, see how you feel.”

By the time Eleeria made up her mind to follow Lily’s advice, it had been several bullshit-filled days since. She thought she had some clever excuses to get out of it -- the armor didn’t fit, first off. She had gone from a scrawny, stick-like rogue with health issues to a healthy, athletic Knight. Weleria had laughed when she saw Eleeria trying to stick her arm into a hole made for a much smaller bicep several months ago for fun.

The other was that she had no real reason to. Why would she want to leave her plate armor? She was happy. Work was….fine. Blackheart was actually fine. The kind of fine she didn’t have to...

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Renrael
Renrael @renrael#153
2020-09-26 03:23:00

Rain

He blinked, squinting and tilting his head up. Rain. He couldn’t help grinning. He really enjoyed rain. He had not expected it here, at Brewfest, in Durotar, which was a desert. Silvermoon got it in controlled, scheduled showers the magistry allowed. This was at the call of a shaman and her elemental allies. She was dancing, calling the other troll shamans she was reveling with.

That was a great idea.


“Hey, Trisandrah, come here. Lets dance.” He offered his hand dramatically. It was a night for ridiculous flights of fancy. First the potions that made everything taste sweet (thank the gods he’d gotten that one!) and the roulette at the Menagerie. Now he wanted to dance  with her in this magical rainshower. They’d drunk...

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Tinnaire
Tinnaire @tinnaire#332
2020-09-26 03:00:00

Spelled in Brewfest: Disaster

“No, no, no.” Tinnaire grimaced again, looking over her handiwork. This was too embarrassing.

 

She was talented. She knew what she was doing. She knew how anatomy worked. She knew countless ways of fixing this disaster. Or would have, but the client just kept insisting. It MIGHT have been cute. Maybe. Given a little more time and a little less indelicacy in subject. She could have done something with it that wouldn’t be … this.


“Oh yes, my dear! YES.” The goblin beamed and his teeth glinted gold.


“You can’t be serious.”

“Definitely am, toots!”


“It looks atrocious!”


“I think you mean it looks PERFECT.”

“... I’m not signing my name.”

“Fine by me. I paid ya. Our deal is done. I’ll take all...

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Ilaena Furiae
Ilaena @ilaena#346
2020-09-25 22:27:00

The Wedding

5 - Sacrifice
(Set many years before the Fall of Quel'thalas.)


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She should be proud for her daughter.

House Palecrest was one of the most influential houses in the region. She was going to be a Lady who held domain over a large swath of land. A good reputation. Excellent social status.

I am yours and you are mine, together until the end of days.

She curls her fingers together in her seat so hard that her skin begins to turn a faint shade of white. Leonian reaches over, taking her hand so she can’t make a scene. He leans into her ear, his words barely audible, smiling all the while.

“Do not ruin this wedding, Ilaena.”

She smiles. Gently pats her eyes with her handkerchief.

This should be happy. She should be...

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Ilaena Furiae
Ilaena @ilaena#346
2020-09-25 22:25:00

The Falling Apart

4 - Broken
( Set 5 years before the Fall of Quel’thalas. )

Mentions: Domestic Abuse.




The words that accompanied the sharp slap hurt more than the physical pain.

“You’re a frosty cunt.”

No, Ilaena decided – the sting to her pride hurt worst of all. Even as she fell to the floor, her hand cradling the red and swelling mark of a palm against her jaw. Even as Leonian reared back his foot, striking her in the ribs, the pride of it hurt most keenly.

They had been at a ball some hours before – her favorite place to be, most days. Surrounded by other beautiful people, able to leave her drunkard of a husband to his gambling and drinking friends, Ilaena could escape into the merriment. Flirt just enough with men...

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