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Keres moved with the wary grace of someone who never truly felt safe. The dagger was a comfort, its weight a promise against her hip, but it wasn’t enough to chase away the feeling prickling at her spine. It never was. She adjusted the veil draped loosely over her shoulders, more to occupy her...

The scent of hot oil and spice clung to the air, thick and heavy as Keres wove through the crowded streets of Dejara. The marketplace was a writhing mass of traders and thieves, voices rising in heated arguments over coin and goods. She moved like smoke through the chaos, her hood pulled low...

Keres let out a slow breath, her lips curving into something that wasn’t quite a smirk but certainly wasn’t friendly. “Finally, a plan with some teeth,” she muttered, shifting against the wall to ease the ache in her shoulders. She cast a glance toward Aerend, the redhead’s simmering rage a...

She huffed again, jaw tightening as Thackett refused to unlock her cuffs. Her fingers curled into fists and her knuckles brushing the cold metal that kept her from summoning even a spark of power. She muttered darkly under her breath but finally relented, lowering her bound wrists to her lap...

Keres narrowed her eyes at Thackett, her disbelief palpable as she watched him free his hand from the cuffs. “Impressive,” she said, holding up her own shackled wrists expectantly, a wry smile tugging at her lips as she jangled the chains. “Care to share how you managed that little feat?” "Oh...

Keres was not getting used to the movement of the slave ship. She hadn't had anything in her stomach for fucking days. She had found herself in many a grim situation, but this.. This was truly fucking tragic. She shifted uncomfortably in her chains, the cold iron biting into her wrists, the...

Keres greeted the second kiss with a welcoming smile. She wasn’t used to such tenderness, or this vulnerability that came with being close to someone who, perhaps, saw her as something more. It was as if all the harsh edges of their reality were momentarily smoothed away, leaving only the two of...

Another necromancer.. Keres let a quiet laugh tumble free and nodded, her eyes rolling. "Another necromancer." she answered with a sigh, hating the way it sounded. She leaned too, dark eyes on the horizon as she considered his question. "Oh, I don't know. The endless challenges we face in a...

Keres's eyes widened at the unexpected bid, her defiant glare shifting to the source of the voice. Why? The unsettling aura of the woman who had spoken chilled her blood, but she masked her fear with a smirk. "Is that all?" she muttered, loud enough for those nearby to hear. "You must be...

She wasn't used to seeing him appear so vulnerable. The fierce warrior, the relentless protector, now laid bare before her with all his flaws and fears. As she studied his face, handsome regardless of any amount of weathering, her heart ached for him. For the burdens he carried and for the...

Keres felt her heart clench at the pain in his voice, his words cutting through the haze of her lingering sleep. The speed of his denial was both a relief and a wound, and she could see the torment in his eyes. As he pulled away, a sense of desperation welled up inside her. She reached out...

The weight of Roul's pressed upon her, casting a shadow over her weary form. She regarded Roul with a mix of curiosity and apprehension, her dark eyes searching his face for answers to questions she scarcely dared to voice. A heavy silence enveloped them, pregnant with unspoken truths and...

Keres smirked as Iren mentioned Roul, a knowing glint in her eyes as she shrugged a shoulder in response. "Roul isn't intimidated by much," she remarked fondly. Nor was she, usually.. But as Iren pressed further, Keres's expression shifted to one of incredulity. As thought there weren't...

An unexpected and unbidden laugh tumbled from her lips. It was a sound tinged with both amusement and resignation, a reflection of the constant barrage of whispers and shadows that haunted her mind. Though she had mastered the art of tuning out the spectral cacophony that clamored for her...

Keres meandered along the deck, her strides slow and deliberate, her mind restless with boredom and unease. Most others indulged in card games and revelry, though she found herself adrift in the monotony and yearning for distraction. The novelty of her first sea journey had worn off quickly...