/ My mood has soured. I bought second The Witcher book, and at the pickup point, instead of the book, they gave me tea. Now I’m without a book and without a good mood.
It’s good that the money will be refunded soon.
Then you're safer than you think. Nobility prefers a spectacle, not a slit throat in the dark. But if you're worried, I can teach you how to sleep with one eye open.
wouldn' be too sure. i make lotsa' people angry with my music. mostly nobility, though. and i suspect that they'd want to make an example of me. publicly.
“ This is 𝔥𝔬𝔪𝔢. My 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔡𝔬𝔪. My men's 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙 in the mud. ”
His eyes finally meet hers, cold and tired.
“ And only that keeps me from putting a sword through my own gut every morning. ”
His jaw tightens. He doesn't meet her gaze, instead staring past her at the war-torn horizon.
“ You mistake 𝖉uty for hope, 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴. I'm not optimistic. I'm stubborn. There's a difference. ”
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— but nothing clawed at her deeper than a 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺.
〝 This endless optimism . . . I have to say, as juvenile as it is, I find it to be one of your better traits. 〞
He shifts his weight, the worn leather of his gauntlets creaking. The lillies on his chest feel heavy — a reminder of what's already been 𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓽.
“ I'm trying to keep what little ground we have left from crumbling. ”
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