Linnetia "Nyx" Paine’s POV
“Are you okay, My Lady?” one of my healers asked after I had already stood up.
“I’m fine, just a little stiff. Thank you for your concern, Amanda,” I told her as I rolled my shoulders with a sigh. She looked at , surprise evident on her face. I just chuckled and grinned. “Don’t be shocked. I rember all my people’s nas. Thank you for fixing up.”
Terstus was busy being healed by another group of mages, a bitter expression on his features—no doubt brooding over our fight. The battle could have easily been seen as getting lucky and using my abilities to their maximum, but that wouldn’t soothe Terstus’s pride.
Not that I cared about his stupid ego.
I sighed and gave the crowd, still paying attention to , a small wave. My brother continued shouting my na as I returned to the staging area. I descended the stairs quickly; Kaladin, Cerila, and Varnir were there to greet , as well as Adria Sandervile.
Before any of them could even say a word to , the door to the staging room opened and lit up with the whispers of gossiping students. It didn’t take long for us to see who it was either as they strode over the exact mont their na was called.
“Tsarra Tel’an’duth and Rosom Dun report to platform two.”
Tsarra…
I haven’t managed to get a glimpse, let alone speak to her, in over a week. She had cut her red hair even shorter into a pixie cut and sported silver and white robes similar to Prince Leopold’s. She even had a new staff. The dark oak wood shaft fit in her hand, and a deep green gem the size of a man’s fist was affixed to the end with a golden claw.
It was undoubtedly a dungeon core shard, and the way it shimred in the light left no doubt that it was high quality. If I had to guess, that wood must be from a tree in the Magical Forest in the Republic of Elshara on the other continent. It was a staff befitting Tsarra’s royal status.
Varnir reached out and looked like he wanted to say sothing to her, but Tsarra kept walking past us with a stern face that scread she didn’t want to speak to anyone. I’ve known Tsarra for a long ti and never seen her act like that. Not even once.
Kaladin looked on without much emotion. He seed unbothered or rather unsurprised at Tsarra’s change. But he frowned slightly as he looked at Varnir from the corner of his eye.
Does Kaladin know sothing that we don’t? He must. Maybe Tsarra told him sothing before she went off to fight for Tel’an’duth.
“You fought well,” Kaladin told .
I smirked a little and shrugged. “Yeah, but I lost. Terstus was just too strong in the end.”
Kaladin kept his face neutral, but the corners of his lips turned up ever so slightly into a grin. Cerila nodded and gave a thumbs-up as well. “It’s nothing to be concerned about, Lin. It was a bad match-up, that’s all.”
“Yes! You did very well, Linnetia! I’ve never seen an archer show off so much skill before,” Adria Sandervile praised with a wide smile. “Oh, and good luck Rosom!” she waved as the young man climbed the stairs to the arena, nodding at her.
I…I don’t really know how to interact with her. We’ve spoken a few tis now, but she is so overwhelmingly kind it’s blinding. How does soone like her survive in Sandervile?
“Thank you, everyone. I’m very appreciative for the support,” I told them honestly with a slight bow.
Varnir continued to stare off into the distance, watching Tsarra’s retreating back. I felt terrible for him, but there was nothing to be said. Tsarra was her own woman. Whatever it was she wanted to do; she was allowed to do it. And if she wanted to do it alone…so be it.
But if Tsarra needs help, then I’ll be there for her. I’m sure everyone will.
“Ah! Please don’t bow! You don’t have to do that, Linnetia! We are all friends here, right?” Adria Sandervile said with a hint of worry.
I t her eyes, and they told everything I needed to know. “Of course, Adria, we are friends, and my friends get to call Lin.”
Adria’s face lit up into a beautiful smile. She looked ready to explode into happiness as her hands reached out to touch mine, but she stopped instantly. She felt it re monts before I did.
Pure, undiluted malice. It stemd from a single point in the room.
Kaladin. He was unleashing his bloodlust, and he was not holding back.
He stood tall and stared down with his purple Dragon eye glowing. His face was emotionless and cold enough to send a chill in the room. Everyone nervously gasped, and the announcer, who was in the middle of calling Ren’s na, stopped short.
Kaladin was staring directly at a short, petite woman wearing mostly black with a brown leather tunic and straps. Her deep cowl hid her head, and she wore a mask that covered her entire face. It reminded of a plague doctor but felt more animal-like, probably closer to that of an owl.
A gladius was strapped to her belt as well as a daggers. The only identifying feature on her body was that of a pin holding her cloak together. It symbolized Sandervile, a golden snake coiling around the wheat chaff.
“You, take off that mask,” Kaladin ordered.
“No, I won’t,” she responded, a slight tremor in her husky voice.
Kaladin’s mask-like expression never faltered. The bloodlust he was emitting intensified to the point people in the corner of the room were moaning. I even heard soone wretch and another pass out.
Kaladin took a single, large step forward. He looked down at the Sandervile girl. “It wasn’t a request. It’s an order.”
“Kaladin, please wait—”
Kaladin tilted his head just enough to glare back at Adria. His golden eye silenced her the mont she looked at it, and she stepped back on shaky legs. Her breathing was erratic, and she looked ready to faint.
There was a scramble of armored feet as guards cautiously approached Kaladin. They were all from Luminar and Tel’an’duth, and the lead guard hesitantly reached his hand out. “Sir Dragonslayer, please control yourself. We can’t have you harming another student.”
Kaladin turned his attention to the guard, who instantly shrank back at his gaze. Kaladin scanned the room slowly, and his bloodlust disappeared. Varnir took a deep breath from beside , sweat dripping down his face. Cerila looked ready for a fight as she glared intently at the masked woman who walked past our group and up the stairs.
“Understood,” he responded coldly. He let out a deep sigh and looked over to Adria. “Sorry, I didn’t an to frighten you. You as well, Varnir,” he apologized.
Varnir shook his head and waved Kaladin’s concerns away along with his sweat. The words tried to co out of his lips, but Adria ekly nodded her head, her breathing still lacking control. At least the fear in her eyes subsided.
“Who was that?” Kaladin asked her, his voice calm.
“I—I can’t tell you that…” Adria muttered weakly.
“Why not?”
“Because she told to keep it a secret,” Adria said with downcast eyes.
Kaladin just nodded, seemingly ready for that response. His eyes slowly turned to , and I stared back at him. He didn’t say anything, but I could understand his intent.
It seems like I’m going to be busy. I was hoping to enjoy the rest of the tournant with friends and family. I should start a tab for the Shadowheart family at this point…
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Kaladin Shadowheart’s POV.
To think I would find another person with a soul like mine just walking around.
I used my Dragon eye to casually gauge Ren’s next opponent and found more than I bargained for. That woman’s darkened, void-like soul was closer to mine and Lins than it was a Dragon's or Sylvia's. It wasn’t a guarantee that she was a person that was reborn into this world, but it was too much of a connection to simply ignore.
I set Lin to find out more information, and I’m sure she will be able to dig up sothing. I was tempted to press Adria for more details, but I couldn’t do that in a public space…and forcing her to didn’t sit right with . Adria never forced to do anything, and I didn’t want to do that to her, even if it was illogical.
I’m confident the masked woman’s identity will co to light sooner or later. I’ll have Lin watch her with agents outside the tournant when possible and keep a close eye on her personally. It’s not like I’ve ever t that person before…there is a chance they are simply trying to live an honest life…but why hide their—I guess I can’t complain about that, now can I?
But if I’m—
“Daddy? Are you not going to eat?” a voice rang in my ear as I felt my arm get tugged.
The world around refocused as I opened my eyes, and the many worried faces of my friends and family greeted . I had been so unfocused, and in my own head, I forgot I was sitting down for dinner with everyone. Even Sylvia, who was pouting and sending angry glares since I returned, seed worried.
I scratched the back of Mila’s head with my hand. “Sorry, I was just thinking about so things. I’m actually quite hungry today,” I said with a smile as I took a bite of bread.
Mila humd in agreent as she mimicked with her own slice of bread. Everyone’s faces softened at the display, and we ate a wonderful al together consisting of freshly caught fish. Everyone was present tonight besides our parents. Even Ren and Lauren joined us for dinner. The only person missing would be Tsarra, and Varnir looked more distant tonight than usual.
The jingle of silverware followed a loud thump as Lauren let her head hit the table. “Ahhhh, I’m so tired. If I have to speak to another noble from nowheresville, I’m going to lose it,” she moaned.
Ren sighed and poked her sister in the arm with a fork. “Now is not the ti to be complaining. We are eating,” Ren chastised.
Lauren rubbed her arm and puffed her lips out at her sister. “That’s easy for you to say!” Lauren swished her fork around like a sword with a mocking face. “You get to have fun for a few minutes once a day and get to go ho afterward! I have to spend hours talking to people who just want to marry for my position!”
Ren finished a bite of the pink flesh of a fish and shrugged. “Sounds awful,” she responded uninterestedly.
Lauren rolled her green eyes in exaggeration until she t my eyes. She slowly licked the tip of her fork. “Well…Kaladin could just marry , and then it won’t be a problem.”
Sylvia stared daggers at Lauren, but the princess maintained her usual practiced smile. Even Cerila, who was pretending not to pay attention, stiffened slightly at Lauren’s boldness. Sothing most of us have gotten used to over the last year or so.
“I’ll pass, thanks,” I said.
I heard Padraic snort from a few chairs over, and Lauren ruffled her nose. “Oh, co on. Just an engagent to stop people from harassing . It won’t be any more than that, I promise.”
Yeah, I don’t believe that for a second. If I agreed to it, her father might legitimately force , and if that man ca after , I wouldn’t be able to stop him. He would cripple for life before I broke an engagent with his daughter. That’s if the queen doesn’t kill in my sleep first…
Ren poked her sister harder, this ti eliciting a yelp from Lauren. “Quit bothering Kaladin at dinner.”
“Ow, ow, fine, fine…” Lauren groaned as she pushed her sister away. “If I can’t marry Kaladin, I’ll just have to do the next best thing!”
Lauren jumped out of her chair and made her way over to what I thought was . But she stopped beside Mila and hugged her from the side, rubbing her face against hers. Mila started giggling and rubbed her face back in the most adorable way possible. It was like two kittens playing with each other.
Not that I’ve seen that before…it’s just what I imagined it looking like.
“Aw, look, my little Mila will marry one day, right?” Lauren cooed.
“Marary? What's marary?” Mila asked innocently.
“It’s marry, sweety. And it’s when you spend forever and ever with a person you love the most,” Lauren said back just as innocently.
Mila, not even stuttering for a mont, just nodded. “Then I don’t want to marry Aunt Lauren. I’ll marry Daddy.”
Lauren deflated instantly at the brutal retort. Padraic snorted from a quick laugh, and the rest of the room laughed. Even Varnir grinned as he ate so of the soup he hadn’t touched.
“Go on! Ask the other one, common!” Padraic urged as he pointed at Sylvia. “You are zero for two. Might as well ask the others!”
Lauren just passed over the silently smoldering Sylvia and looked to Cerila with a half smile, to which Cerila gave her a thumbs down. Lauren, seemingly expecting that, then turned to the quiet Dallin. She smiled brightly at him from across the table.
“No…no, thank you,” Dallin said politely.
Lauren’s shoulders slumped, and Padraic’s laugh echoed in the dining room. “Oh! My sides! A princess can’t even marry into a family…oh, you just can’t make this stuff up anymore. You know I like you, but you just have to give up at this point!”
I just smiled to myself. I wondered if Lauren did all of this on purpose. No, I’m almost certain she did. She was willing to make everyone laugh, even if it was at her own expense.
Lauren sent Padraic a disgusted scowl and said, “Why is so old man comnting on my marriage proposals, mm?”
Padraic’s eyes looked ready to bulge from his head as he stood up from his chair. Well, he was about the sa height anyway. “Old man! Who are you calling, old man?! I’m not old!”
Lauren put a finger to her chin and looked down at him. “You have white hair, and just look at you…small, stumpy, and round. If that’s not the definition of an old man, what is?”
“Stum—stumpy and round?! I am not! I am thick and stout, as any well-respected Dwarf man should be! And I’m not old at all! I’m only a few years older than Kaladin!” Padraic protested.
“Wait…really?” Varnir mumbled as he looked Padraic over again.
“Varnir?!” Padraic gasped.
“Ah, it’s…not that I thought you were so old man. I knew you and Kaladin grew up together, so…but I an, I thought maybe there were a few extra years between you guys…” Varnir said with a shrug.
Padraic slowly turned to Jen. “Say it ain’t so… I don’t look like an old man, right?”
Jen smiled brightly at Padraic. “I think you are a very handso gentleman.”
“Look at Jen right now. She is just so adorable, and she is a Dwarf as well,” Lauren pointed out. “So what’s your excuse, old man?”
I pat Padraic on the back. “I told you that you should run more.”
“I should have stayed at the damn forge…” Padraic grumbled as he sat back down and crossed his arms.
The rest of the dinner went smoothly after our little friendly skit. Although Lauren was brustling against so people, it all felt like it was just for fun. Or at least that’s what I hoped.
Everyone cleaned up and wished each other goodnight. I also excused myself to clean up after dinner and set Mila to bed. Thankfully, she brushed her teeth and, with her little knight doll, fell asleep the mont her head hit the pillow—a truly remarkable ability.
I let out a satisfied sigh and rolled my shoulders. It was good to see her rebounding so quickly. She was far more active today than she was yesterday.
Now…it was ti to soothe an angry bloodsucker…
I made my way to Sylvia’s room, but before I could even knock, a voice called out to . “Excuse , Kaladin? Can we talk?” Ren asked .
“Sure. Is…sothing the matter?” I questioned as I walked beside her.
Ren was wearing the sa outfit she had on at dinner. I thought she would be going to bed, but she managed to seek out. I needed to talk to Sylvia, but I also haven't spoken to Ren in so ti, and I figured it was important judging by her face.
Ren guided to a small sitting room, and we sat in the chairs facing each other. “It’s about that woman in black with the mask. I felt your bloodlust, so…I…I was just wondering why you did that all of a sudden?”
Mmm…how to go about this.
“I’m sorry about that. I sort of lost control for a mont. And unfortunately, it’s difficult to explain, but I believe that woman you fought today could potentially be dangerous,” I said rather vaguely.
Ren furrowed her brows in confusion but nodded slowly in agreent as she massaged her hand. “I see…I think she was hiding her abilities.”
“Oh? It should be obvious that anyone trying to win the tournant is hiding their abilities this early on. So what makes you so certain about her?” I asked.
“It’s just…would she hide her abilities to the extent where she purposely lost? I don’t think many people would do that,” Ren explained.
“It really depends on the person. It might have been a good idea if she believed she would face you in the regular tournant. But there is no way she would know if you would be her opponent then…” I countered.
Ren shrugged weakly. “I felt like she was an excellent swordswoman. Her abilities, footwork, all of it was supre and well practiced…but she ended up letting win. I felt… I felt a lot of hatred from her. Every swing carried a strong amount of emotion.”
An excellent swordswoman from Sandervile? That narrows it down a bit more. She must be from the Knight Academy. I’ll have to tell Lin so she can narrow her search more.
“Throwing a match isn’t entirely out of the realm of possibility. Was that hatred sent toward you?” I asked.
Ren shook her head again. “No, not at all. Which is why I was so confused during the fight. Her hands were shaking, and she was muttering things under her breath that I didn’t understand.”
“But after thinking about it for a while…I think she hated you. It’s the only thing that makes sense. This is why hearing you say that she is dangerous only confirms my suspicions even more. I think that person might try and do sothing drastic, and I don’t want anything bad to happen to you, Kaladin.”
I smiled at her kindness. “Thank you for looking out for , Ren, and telling all of this. It really will help find out more. I promise to be careful around her in the future, and I already have people looking into it. If you learn anything else, please tell , okay?”
Ren smiled ekly as her face flushed. “Yes, of course.”
“Oh, and congratulations on making it to the tournant, and I’m sorry I haven’t been able to watch any of your matches,” I apologized.
“It’s nothing, really. You’ve been really busy with your family and everything that’s happened, so it only makes sense that you wouldn't stay to watch every fight…” Ren belted out at lightning speed.
I smirked at her embarrassnt, which led her to look away bashfully. “Even so, I look forward to seeing you fight in the tournant for real. I can already see just how much stronger you’ve gotten.”
Ren let out a quick breath from her nose and balled her hand into first. “Yes! It’s all thanks to you and your grandfather! I promise I won’t let either of you down!”
I stood up from the chair and offered my hand to her. “You don’t need to prove anything to , Ren. I already know how hard you work. Just have fun, okay?”
She cautiously took my hand and stood up. “Have fun…I…I’ll try.”
I’m sure you will. Now…I have a Vampire to talk to…and I have to go for my nightly activities…sigh.
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