[ Alina remains blissfully unaware of the wrench she has thrown in his scheming, assuming she is out of the running on account of being. Well. Dead. ]
I would have thought Zoya would have added herself to the list.
[ Is that... jealousy in Alina's voice? Surely not. But it's a statement muttered under her breath, and she can't help the way her nose wrinkles in displeasure. Her assumptions are running a little rampant tonight, and Mal and Zoya's kiss is still fresh in her mind. ]
Well all the more incentive for us to try and get you home and she can resume her royal matchmaking activities.
[And he tries to ignore the pang of...something that pulls him back to the night Zoya had told him the story of her own scars. The night he realized — with the force of the sea overwhelming the shore — that she possessed all the strength that composes a true queen.]
But you're right about one thing — the sooner I can return, the better. That country of ours is like a child, always in need of a hand to walk upright. Or like a drunkard.
[Find a way back. Purge himself of the monster. Get out of the Fold. Save Ravka from imminent political turmoil. It's one hell of a to do list.]
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I would have thought Zoya would have added herself to the list.
[ Is that... jealousy in Alina's voice? Surely not. But it's a statement muttered under her breath, and she can't help the way her nose wrinkles in displeasure. Her assumptions are running a little rampant tonight, and Mal and Zoya's kiss is still fresh in her mind. ]
Well all the more incentive for us to try and get you home and she can resume her royal matchmaking activities.
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I think she would rather swallow her kefta whole.
[And he tries to ignore the pang of...something that pulls him back to the night Zoya had told him the story of her own scars. The night he realized — with the force of the sea overwhelming the shore — that she possessed all the strength that composes a true queen.]
But you're right about one thing — the sooner I can return, the better. That country of ours is like a child, always in need of a hand to walk upright. Or like a drunkard.
[Find a way back. Purge himself of the monster. Get out of the Fold. Save Ravka from imminent political turmoil. It's one hell of a to do list.]