“My dear,” Araeden said very quietly, but in a shuddering voice, “I make the decisions about who to execute and who not. I accepted, I accept and I will accept.
And ... at least you crack. Araeden was infinitely gentle with me, patient, understanding and sometimes allowing me a lot, but yes - he always made decisions. And on the one hand, I, brought up in a patriarchal society, accepted this, because he is a man, but on the other hand:
— I hate it! I was very specific. I hated, I hate and I will hate!
A quiet smile, a gentle touch to my lips, and an unexpected question from Shenge:
- You didn't tell her?
I, ready to say more than I had already voiced, asked in surprise:
- Didn't say what?
The forest orc smiled, looked at the fire, his expression took on a very serious expression, an
