His fair hair was stained crimson, his jaw was swollen, and his lip was split. I walked to him, and though he knew I was capable of tortures he couldn’t imagine, his face remained impassive, and his gaze never faltered. I dropped into a crouch before him until our eyes were level. “We met once, do you remember?” I asked. He nodded a fraction. “It was what, twelve years ago?” I scratched at my beard, “Clartias Tiadoa had nominated you for head-ranger, and sent you to me for confirmation. Our conversation was brief, but you impressed me then, and I sent you back with my response.” He nodded again. “There were seven candidates before you, if indian I remember correctly, and I sent them all back with an envelope. I suspect they all thought they’d gotten the job, right up until the point Clartias read them my response, but not you; you thought you’d failed even before I wrote it.” Adarian laughed bitterly. “The others were more qualified than me. I was sure the only reason I’d even been considered was to appease my father. When the king read the letter, he didn’t have to ask me to kneel, for I dropped to my knees and wept as he laid the sword on my shoulders. It was the greatest honor of my life, as it was for every head-ranger before me.” His lips curled into something like a snarl, “If only we’d known you were picking the weakest of us.” “When King Vintian Ternias first asked me to confirm the head-ranger, Alkandi and all her kin had been extinct for centuries. Your duties were to police the Great Forest, not to hunt dark-elves anymore. I chose who I thought would best govern.” I touched his swollen jaw, “The seven before you were all very keen to detail how they’d suppress the tribes, neutralize threats, and ensure safe passage of caravans, but only you told me how you’d broker deals and form relations.” “ Weakness. ” Adarian hissed. “It’s very easy to see mercy as weakness.” I spoke the spell in my mind, and sent it surging into Adarian. He gasped, his body becoming rigid against the wall. “But it was your lack of mercy that put you here, Thomas Adarian. I don’t blame you for Sherok, nor Elena, nor even Prestira. No, I blame you for April.” I leaned in so that only he could hear me, “I blame you for her, because you loved her, and you couldn’t see that your love was her doom. We truly hate in others Indian Porn what we hate the most in ourselves, so for this, I hate you Adarian, but not as much as you do.” I released him. 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