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The road took Arthur Chubs inexorably towards Forbearn. There were numerous places to stop in-between and he made use of them liberally. And yet it took him an embarrassingly long time to realize the road he was on would lead him home if he so chose. He chalked away the delay to not having travelled
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It was difficult to willingly give up Selma’s companionship and the inherent security that came with being known but Arthur had to leave. He knew the kind of risk he was exposing her to and despite reassurances, he could see the relief in her shoulders and the lines around her mouth when he announced he’d
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He didn’t leave once Selma told him the guards had left the village, onto the next one no doubt. It was logic that stayed him. Here was as good a place as any to hide. Now that he knew they were ahead of him, the chances of them catching up with him were poor. He
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Meeting Selma unlocked something in me. The memories of the time I had spent with Reifire, first as his friend, then as his advisor and finally as his paramour, could no longer be denied. But there was a distinct change in the…flavour as it were…of the recollections. Before I thought of them from a distance,
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Arthur spent the next one year travelling in a circle around Forbearn, the one place he wanted to be, but the one place he couldn’t bring himself to visit. So, he kept it just out of his reach, tormenting himself with the thought of home, Reifire, everything they had done, everything he had had to
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Reifire ascended the throne when he was twenty, not because that was the right age for him to become king but because that’s when his father, King Tebough II died. In the intervening thirteen years, I was always by his side. Even when our closeness exposed me to threats – both serious and hilarious [one
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Nobody asked him to leave. No one expected him to leave. Scandal for a noble-person in Lovinale wasn’t as big a deal as it was in the rest of the empire. In Lovinale, it was considered quite a novelty to have some sort of mischief attached to your name. In fact Lord Mereko was pleased
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