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Kiria
The coronation tour finally made camp about five hours later. On the ride, Kiria’s throat had closed and the air had leaked out of her mouth and lungs and she couldn’t breathe and her vision narrowed. It was the same panic she’d felt in Raewhith after the attack.
She’d sent a guard back to King’s Heights to gather information and their remaining belongings from the mayor’s manor—she needed to get to the bottom of those rumors, find out what had triggered the riot. Their Watchman could report back to Brithnem that Kiria was safe.
As Kiria got ready for bed in one of the large, comfortable tents, her heart rate finally began to slow
Now on her bunk, she looked forward to sleep. Deep breaths. Her racing mind didn’t slow as her body sank into the soft blankets. Every fiber rubbed
