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Kiria
The next day was cloudy and a little cold, even into midday. Kiria tightened her grip around the small scroll she had just sealed. Her wishes, should she not make it out of this conflict alive. Really, there were only two wishes, that the struggle for justice in the Kingdom continue and its three thrones be restored.
After some thought, she had named a third cousin—the only relative she was sure was still living—to be her heir. Her cousin had married a wealthy merchant and moved to Hinter, north of Enderin, far enough from the fighting to be safe.
Merrick, armor-clad, took the roll of paper from her and tucked it neatly inside a pocket. Kiria’s heart beat a dull thud in her chest. The leather tunic beneath her own armor left her plenty of room to breathe—she had checked when C
