Chapter 12: Double Down

“It admittedly took me a few years to make my peace with the fact that Lady Foundling’s take on diplomacy is essentially to bring a bottle of cheap wine and a sword to the table, then remind the interlocutor that while the wine might be awful it is still arguably better than being stabbed.”
-Extract from the personal memoirs of Lady Aisha Bishara

“You insignificant insect,” the Duke of Violent Squalls barked.

I smiled pleasantly. So it could work. The Duke was addressing me directly instead of the role of the Princess of High Noon, which I needed him to do badly if my plan was going to succeed. Well, plan might have been a little too ambitious of a word. I was following my instincts, which while usually leading me to breaking someone’s bones also tended to get me out of corners in more or less one piece. I could not win this if I played out their story, I knew. I would be quite literally fated to lose. Time to drive the cart off the road. Chaos had always been where I thrived, and no people were so ill-equipped to deal with it as the fae.

“That hurt my feelings, it did,” I replied, rolling my eyes. “We going stand here trading insults all night, or we going to talk terms?”

“You give me insult in my own home and speak of terms?” the Duke hissed. “I should destroy you where you stand.”

I could feel wind starting up in the ballroom, the hem of my cloak stirring with it. There were probably Names that gave you a precise read on how much power an opponent could throw around, but sadly Squire wasn’t one of them. All I got was that he was a glacier compared to the icicle of the average fae, not that far beneath the Prince of Nightfall himself. Joy. That was, I mused, the first hint that Duke or not he probably had a large role in the story of the Winter Court. Was the Winter King trying to use me as a catspaw to get rid of an enemy he wasn’t allowed to touch? Unlikely, I finally decided. While I was supposed to get into conflict with this one, the dispute was also supposed to be resolved by champions. My hacking his head off wasn’t supposed to be in the cards.

“You won’t, though,” I said. “Because I’m a guest and the lot of you are all about rules. That’s a fairly big one, as I understand it.”

“You will not be my guest forever,” the Duke of Violent Squalls said coldly.

The wind his cuffs were made of turned furious without his visibly doing anything to cause it. I’d need to have a talk with Masego about how having the aristocratic title to something something worked, practically speaking. Might be a way to sever that. Without his magic the fae was just a man in fancy clothes, and I wasn’t above stabbing those when it got me what I wanted.

“Somehow I doubt that getting into a pitched battle in the streets of Skade is going to go over too well with your king,” I said. “I’m his guest too, remember?”

“If you think that makes you untouchable, you are severely mistaken,” the fae said.

“You’ll still get a slap on the wrist,” I smiled. “And I get the feeling that a king’s slap around here tends to… leave marks.”

Around all us, all the faces of the fae I could see were blank. They just stood there in utter silence, not so much as breathing as they watched it all unfold. It was like standing in a hall full of statues.

“I’m a kind soul, though,” I lied. “So I’m offering you a way to seek redress that dodges the issue.”

“A formal duel,” the Duke said, pale lips stretching to reveal teeth of ivory. “Yes, that would be acceptable. Crushing you under my heel will be most satisfying.”

And now I have you, I thought. No champions, just the immortal monster and me in a ring. With a little prodding he’d eagerly left behind the story of the Princess of High Noon becoming captive and walked into entirely uncharted territory. I did not pick that word by mistake: there was no map we were following, here. No story. Which meant, I figured, that I could insert my own. How do you beat someone you can’t beat? I mused, remembering rocky fields in a land that right now felt so very far away. More innocent days, those, when I’d been playing at war instead of waging it. But I had not forgotten the most important lesson I’d learned from the War College: don’t win according to the rules, win despite them.

“So all that’s left is settling on the wager,” I said.

The Duke’s lips stretched even further into an ugly rictus.

“If you lose, you will cede me the soul of everyone under your command,” he said.

“I’m not under her command, for the record,” Archer called out from an upper level.

I gestured rudely in her general direction without bothering to turn.

“Sure,” I agreed. “What I want is-“

“Yes, yes,” the Duke said, waving his hand dismissively. “The Summer fae can have their freedom.”

“Those poor bastards aren’t my problem in the slightest,” I said with a raised eyebrow.

I tapped my third finger, eyeing his own hand. The piece of jewellery responsible for the seal on the invitation I’d received could be glimpsed there, a ring of white wood set with a flat opal positively reeking of magic.

“Your signet ring,” I said. “I want it. I also want to have always had it.”

“That is a heavy price for you to demand,” the Duke sneered.

“You just asked me for a few thousand souls, jackass,” I replied flatly. “Don’t whine about trinkets, it’s unseemly.”

“Your death,” he said, “will not be quick.”

“I’m hearing a yes,” I said. “Anybody else heard a yes?”

“I agree to the terms of this wager,” the Duke spoke through gritted teeth. “Since you are so eager to die, let us proceed. Will the ballroom suffice?”

I grinned and wagged my finger.

“I spent all day travelling,” I said. “A delicate flower such as myself needs rest before strenuous exercise. You wouldn’t be trying to cheat, would you?”

I gasped in mock-surprise.

“I thought better of you, Duke,” I said solemnly.

“Dawn, then, on the Fields of Wend,” the fae replied with a sneer. “My honour will not suffer for a longer delay.”

“You should put it out of its misery, if it’s suffering that much,” I replied, because I had never learned to quit while I was ahead. “Still, I agree to your terms.”

I mentally added to my list the need to find out exactly what those Fields were. Sounded like it might be important.

“A spot of entertainment before Court,” the Duke of Violent Squalls smiled. “How refreshing.”

I would have cast aspersions on a place that counted blood sport as entertainment, but considering I’d made more coin in Laure from the Pit than the Rat’s Nest a saying about stones and glass houses came to mind. Although, frankly, someone who could afford to live in a house made of glass could probably do with a few rocks thrown at them. If anyone got that rich there were bound to be a lot of peasants starving in the background. I had nothing more to gain from continuing the conversation, so I suppressed my urge to get the last word and strolled away. My pipe had gone out, I noticed with a sigh. Typical. Before I made it more than a few feet away all the fae around us started moving again, like a spell had suddenly been lifted. Whispers flared up immediately, but I wasn’t intending to stick around and leanr what they were. I found Hakram hastily making his way down the stairs without needing to look for long, dragging a protesting Masego along as Archer watched on in amusement.

“Well,” Archer said. “That certainly livened up the party.”

“Glad I could be of help,” I replied sardonically.

“You were had,” Adjutant gravelled.

I raised an eyebrow. Masego let out a little noise of understanding.

“Everyone under your command,” Apprentice said. “Given your position on the Ruling Council of Callow, that could be argued to apply to every soul in the former kingdom as well as the Fifteenth. Oh dear.”

I blinked. Shit. Hadn’t thought of that. I’d been more or less at the head of Callow for a year now, but it had never quite sunk in that I wielded the bastard cousin of a queen’s authority. I still thought of myself as Catherine Foundling, the Squire, not anything more.

“He couldn’t really collect on that, could he?” I said.

“With that large of a debt owed him, the Duke could likely be able to come into Creation in the fullness of his power,” Apprentice said. “After that, I have no real notion. It would be unprecedented as far as I know.”

“The Calamities would smoke him before it got to that,” I frowned. “And Ranger can take the Prince of Nightfall even in Arcadia, she could handle him.”

“I’m not sure she would,” Archer said. “Depends on her mood at the time. A duke might not be enough of a challenge for her to bother.”

“She’d just let a few million people get their souls stolen?” I said, appalled.

“You’re the one who just wagered them,” Archer pointed out. “The Lady of the Lake is beholden to no one, Foundling. The suggestion that she is would go… poorly.”

Huh. I’d always like the stories about Ranger best when I was a kid, but that put them in a different perspective. I passed a hand through my hair.

“I’m not going to lose, regardless,” I said. “So it doesn’t matter.”

“You have a plan,” Adjutant said.

“Something like that,” I agreed. “Need some time to set it in stone, hence why I delayed. We need to get back to the Still Courtyard.”

“Already?” Archer complained.

“Actually, I have an assignment for you that doesn’t involve,” I said.

“Sounds serious,” she said.

“Try to find out anything you can about the Duke of Violent Squalls, while you’re drinking yourself to death,” I told her. “And I do mean anything you can. Even small details could be useful.”

“That seems like something that should have been done before you threw a gauntlet at him,” Archer noted. “Though, praise where it’s due, funniest thing that happened all night. And I include Adjutant’s clothes in this.”

“Glad to have you on this team,” I said with a sigh. “Masego, on our way out I need you to have a good look at the Duke. Pay close attention to what he looks like.”

“I’ve seen him in my spectacles,” Apprentice said. “Anything more is unnecessary.”

So those could do more than just see sorcery. That was useful to know.

“Let’s go,” I said, giving the fae a last glance. “We’re wasting daylight – and don’t you godsdamned dare to correct me, Masego, it’s an idiom.”

He scowled all the way back to the carriage.

The moment a ward came down to prevent fae from eavesdropping on what would be said inside the library, I turned to my two companions with a winning smile.

“All right, gentlemen, I have work for you,” I said.

Apprentice took off his spectacles, laid them on the table.

“I imagine my task has something to do with why you asked me to look at the Duke,” he said.

He murmured a few incantations and tapped a finger against the left rim. A wispy image of the the Duke of Violent Squalls formed above the spectacles. With a flick of the wrist, he made it rotate. I leaned forward to have a closer look: I’d stood in front of that very fae, and I couldn’t recall that much detail about the clothes he’d worn. I let out a low whistle.

“That’s something,” I said. “How good are you with illusions?”

“Not my field of specialty, but anything possible with Low Arcana I can achieve,” Masego replied casually, as if he hadn’t just stated he could match the work of over nine tenths of the mages in Calernia in a fairly difficult branch of sorcery.

“I need you to make me a glamour,” I said. “One I can wear.”

“Now does not seem the right time for you to develop a sense of vanity,” Apprentice said.

“I need you to make me look like I’m related to him,” I continued, ignoring the aside.

He hummed.

“I’ll need an anchor to inscribe the Working on,” he said. “Using anything of Arcadia will make it particularly effective, which should improve the quality of the result.”

“Get one of the servants to find you something, then,” I said. “A necklace, if possible, one I could wear under my clothes.”

He nodded absent-mindedly, clearly already thinking of the logistics of what I’d asked him to do. Masego with a puzzle would not pause to ask me why I wanted to look like I was related to the fae I was going to kill, but I could feel Hakram’s eyes on me even as Apprentice rose to his feet and left both the room and the ward behind him.

“The signet ring, that you will ‘always have had’,” he said. “Looking as if you were a daughter of his blood. These are not coincidences.”

“Which leads me to what I want from you. I need you to Find me a story about patricide in one of these books,” I said, gesturing at the stacks around us.

Hakram cocked his head to the side.

“Daughter who never knew her parents kills a duke, only then realizing that the signet ring on her hand matches his livery,” the orc said. “Fate led her to kill her father. A tragedy, but one that sees the daughter a duchess at the end in a hollow victory.”

Ah, Hakram. If I had a hundred people with minds as sharp as his Callow would run itself.

“That’s the idea,” I agreed softly.

“The part I’m missing is why you would want to be a Duchess of Winter,” he said.

“We’ve gotten in a place where think that what we want out of Skade is to leave it alive,” I said, plopping my elbows on the table. “Arcandia, it makes it seem like everything outside is distant. But we entered it for a reason.”

“To shut down Winter’s invasion of Marchford,” Adjutant said.

“Winter can’t invade Marchford if Marchford is part of Winter,” I murmured.

“That’s…” the orc began. “Cat, there’s risks. And there will be consequences. As long as you rule the city, it will have ties to a Court that places in Creation usually don’t. We have no idea what that could mean.”

“We have a fucking portal spewing blizzard where my marketplace should be, Hakram,” I replied tiredly. “That ship has sailed. The fae are there and they’re not going anywhere. If I’m one of their aristocrats, at least I get to make rules in my demesne.”

“The Empress will have some things to say about one of her cities also answering to the King of Winter,” he gravelled.

“She won’t like it,” I agreed. “But I think she’d like a slugging match with Winter even less. Praes can’t afford that right now, not with Procer lurking at the gate. She’s a practical woman, when it comes down to it. You’ve seen the kind of heavyweights Winter can deploy, if they need to. You really think the Legions can handle that?”

“The Legions of Terror can kill anything in Creation or out of it,” Hakram replied without missing a beat.

The ironclad certainty in that voice was a thing to behold. That was something I was only beginning to understand about orcs. I’d once thought that they just separated everything into ally or enemy and that it leant them a certain clarity, but it ran deeper than that. Orcs were slower to come to a belief than humans, but when they did that belief would not waver. Hakram had decided I was worth following, and that certainty had carried him all the way into a Name. Never mind that no orc had held in in over a millennium. Juniper also believed that the Legions of Terror could take on any opponent, and so she’d crushed mercenaries and devils alike with mere cunning and ruthlessness, playing them every step of the way. They were both exceptional individuals, but I could see a trace of what drove them in all the orcs I knew. I thought of what the Clans would have been like, at the height of their power, and almost shivered. A hundred thousand orcs, knowing deep in their bones that their Warlord could not be beaten. No wonder the Soninke had been terrified of them for centuries, that the Deoraithe had raised a giant wall spanning leagues just to keep them out.

“But casualty rates would be high, until we found the proper method,” Adjutant finally conceded.

“Hold on to that thought, Hakram,” I said. “When we get back home, I’m pretty sure we’ll need to clear out the host of Summer.”

“That’ll be a fight to remember, when we’re old and grey,” Adjutant replied, baring his fangs.

In that moment he reminded me acutely of Nauk, and I felt a pang. I missed them, I realized. My little band of misfits. Juniper and Aisha, Ratface and Pickler – and Kilian, most of all. Hells, I missed Black, the man that was so very carefully not-my-father, whose approval I craved as much as I feared it. The sermons at the House of Light had never said Evil would feel like this. Like a family, the only one I’d ever had. Maybe that was how the Gods Below got you, I thought. They made you love people who could do horrible things just enough that you’d forgive them for it.

“Let’s make sure we live that long first,” I finally said. “The Duke is going to plaster me all over the floor if we don’t cheat. Find me my story, Adjutant.”

“And then?” the orc asked.

“And then,” I smiled, “we’re going to bullshit so hard it becomes a prophecy.”

46 thoughts on “Chapter 12: Double Down

    1. Shequi

      I swear, I thought you’d switched narratives again. Then I realised that you were doing the first update of the month thing, even though it’s actually the last day of the month.


  1. danh3107

    “And then,” I smiled, “we’re going to bullshit so hard it becomes a prophecy.”

    Beating the fae at their own game, bullshitting

    God erratic, you top yourself seemingly every week.

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  2. Matthew

    “We’ve gotten in a place where think that what we want out of Skade is to leave it alive,” I said, plopping my elbows on the table. “Arcandia, it makes it seem like everything outside is distant. But we entered it for a reason.”

    I’m pretty sure that it’s supposed to be

    “We’ve gotten in a place where I think that what we want out of Skade is to leave it alive,” I said, plopping my elbows on the table. “Arcadia, it makes it seem like everything outside is distant. But we entered it for a reason.”

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    1. Hakurei06

      I’d need to have a talk with Masego about how having the aristocratic title to something something worked, practically speaking.

      physical phenomena?

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      1. KageLupus

        No, Cat has it right in this sentence. All of the nobility shown so far have followed the pattern “aristocratic title to something something”. Duke of Violent Squalls, Lady of Cracking Ice, etc. Cat is just poking fun at their naming scheme here.


    2. BartHumphries

      Looks like this is the top typo thread. Ok, this first one is a long one — I think there’s a missing word in the end of the third paragraph:

      “Something like that,” I agreed. “Need some time to set it in stone, hence why I delayed. We need to get back to the Still Courtyard.”

      “Already?” Archer complained.

      “Actually, I have an assignment for you that doesn’t involve,” I said.

      “Sounds serious,” she said.


      That doesn’t involve what?


      Never mind that no orc had held in in over a millennium.
      Change the first “in” to “one”.


      1. James, Mostly Harmless

        Kat becoming a Duchess, even if not The Duchess, is going to have interesting implications and effects in Callow.


    1. James, Mostly Harmless

      She could certainly match Harry snark for snark, although she is not his equal as a mage! But Mab would be very unhappy …


  3. letouriste

    “prophecy” O.M.G i got chill here,i know this is not a Prophecy and she was just saying but still,got me imagining scénarios so awesome that word don’t make that justice.
    i want MOAARR !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
    Steamer rducks can fly bro:D bloooooooooooooood rooooooooaaaaaaarrrrrrr

    —- —- —-
    (yeah i’m hyped :p)


    1. Yeah, even without the whole “a plan explained onscreen has to fail” thing, she’s trying to invoke a tragic plot a la Oedipus through time paradox, glamouring a face everybody already knows and beating an immortal master of winds.
      Even if the tragedy doesn’t turn “father unknowingly kills daughter” way rather than “daughter unknowingly kills father” or if she doesn’t become her own grandmother, she can still end up dooming herself through some unforeseen implication of the plan.


      1. Morgenstern

        Might all depend on *what else* that story Hakram will decide on has in it, if that’s how things actually work in Arcadia. 😉

        Anyways – great surprise. Loveyloveydovey. I LOVE working surprises. =)


  4. BartHumphries

    Ok, if she’s always going to have had the ring, then I figure she will have always had it. So I did a Google search in previous chapters and found this:
    “Not that kind of work. I’m looking for a ring.”

    Well, technically, she was looking for a fighting ring. But still, seems suggestive taken on its own, doesn’t it? If, during the fight, she “remembers” every statement in her life like that, it just might help her win by confirming her role in the story.

    Also, there were some typos in that linked chapter — I posted a comment about them there.


  5. Joebobjoe

    Squire, you’re forgetting the reason Winter went to war in the first place. The Courts must remain balanced. By doing this you’re giving The Diabolist a nice Summer home with minimal effort on her part.

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    1. Shoddi

      Interesting point. If Katherine’s succeeds, it could allows the fae to wage a proxy war in Creation between Kat’s Winter and The Diabolist’s Summer. Of course, I’m presuming that to keep the balance, Akua would become (by choice or force) Summer’s proxy. If that is the case, I wonder how much clandestine (or overt) support each court would offer?

      Great writing. Please keep it up!

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    2. Morgenstern

      Yeah, still wondering about that, too. Does the plan within a plan (within…) go so deep, what with the Prince/King playing on her very nature that they foresee this and somehow need her to act as however-nominal agent of the Court of Winter to do something about Summer? Or do they just not care / are fine with what’s going on (them suddenly invading “reality”, what they never even seemed to want to do so far), no plans to stop Summer’s invasion/the reason for it, after all, but maybe even opposite interest in their own mirroring invasion?

      I wonder what the implications for a change of seasons/Seasons/phases are, if that should work and what you suggest be the mirror effect… what happens if the Courts get past the mirror effect? Do they go to war with each other again? What other s/Seasons are there? Questions upon questions… “come back next time”. =D


      1. Plus, we have no idea how becoming a member of the winter would change Katherine. Clearly the face aren’t iron bound to follow their prescribed stories, but that doesn’t mean she wont be suddenly shackled into participating in them to a certain extent. Unpredictability is probably her greatest strength, and it seems like that’s exactly what face lack the most.

        This really, really seems like a bad plan even in the best case scenario, unless she intends to pass of her duchy to another fae and create a new title for herself that won’t be as bound by their laws


    3. Nicole Weaver

      The 2nd aspect of her name seems to be something like “Subvert.” The fae are bound to stories by their nature, not their power. I am sure there will be complications, but from what I have seen, Catherine is going to be free to act, but with consequences if she acts too far outside the fae stories.

      Regardless, this would drastically increase her power. Also, recall the Summer Court is already in creation and doing decidely un-fae kinds of things… I think this move on Catherine’s part will bring her equal to Heiress again. It sounds like she already has power over the Summer Fae.


    4. Ways I would describe Akua:
      1. Heiress
      2. Schemer
      2b. Cat’s “personal” antagonist
      4. Aristocrat
      5. Magic user
      6. Trueblood
      7. Diabolist

      It’s confusing to me to hear her being referred to as “the diabolist,” that just doesn’t seem like an important facet of her character at this point in the story. Especially since she’s sworn off the practice for pragmatic reasons, for the time being.


  6. Q

    You are taking one extreme but not the other. With cat part of the winter court, winter is no longer at war with reality and are free to go back to Arcadia and by extention summer will do the same but cat will be part of the court while Akua won’t have secured a place as a summer aristocrat.

    I’m interested in knowing what the usual end is to the winter summer story. The prince compared himself to a fox chewing off its own leg. If winter normally loses to summer, which is possible considering they seem to be the bad guys in the story about the princess, they may be roping in cat so that they can change their story and defeat summer.


  7. Doesn’t parse well for me:
    “That was, I mused, the first hint that Duke or not he probably had a large role in the story of the Winter Court”

    “Whispers flared up immediately, but I wasn’t intending to stick around and leanr what they were.”

    “Actually, I have an assignment for you that doesn’t involve,” I said.
    — Seems incomplete

    “Arcandia, it makes it seem like everything outside is distant. But we entered it for a reason.”


    Great Chapter.

    Okay, I call that Cat will get all her three aspects within the third book, seeing that Squire is a transitional name, and we would be following Cat for the role of [some_color] Knight, and then aspects for that, and then big final fight.


  8. Unmaker

    Having a Duchess of Arcadia more or less permanently in Callow will allow (maybe require) the Summer Court to do something similar.

    I don’t know why several commenters think Diabolist has the same sort of ‘deal’ with the Summer Court – fae aren’t demons and in order to get the Diabolist Name, Akua probably had to do something heavily demonic related. I get that Keter’s Due for Akua’s actual spell may have been the breach to Arcadia (the previous story hinted fairly heavily that way), but what reason does Summer have to deal with her? If anything, Cat getting to be a Duchess of Arcadia _without_ Akua getting to be Summer nobility would be more balanced – right now Akua has three fairly clear advantages over Cat: 1) major political power, training, and acumen, 2) Named-level sorcery, and 3) a full Name rather than a transitional one. Cat having a high court fae title would balance some of that.

    If any race can be said to be half way to being all Named, it would be the fae: their titles look and sound like Names, they run on stories, and they have magic that can resemble Named powers. So I am going to go out on a limb and guess that, if Cat gets the actual title Duchess of Violent Squalls, it will actually turn into a Name. She still has a transitional Name after all.


    1. Nicole Weaver

      the reasoning is the summer court are loose in creation pretty much right where Heiress is based. I wasnt aware she has become a Name of Diabolist (and I dont recall it being stated anywhere). I think someone just called her a diabolist because she messed with demons once or twice.

      With Summer Court loose and at war, it seems a safe bet Heiress is to blame. Its a pretty short leap to think she has an alliance and is ordering them to attack Callow to punish Catherine and because Winter would then attack more directly.


      1. nipi

        Umm a while back some of Heiresses minions were attacked and she wasnt aware that the fae were around before then. Its highly doubtful that she intentionally drew them into creation. More likely that the fae have an intrest in stoping her or maybe they want access to the artificial god or whatever Heiress wants to use to power her grans scheme.


      2. letouriste

        Diabolist was Named like that in the interlude a few chapters ago.
        and no,she was surprised and annoyed by fae coming so that’s not part of her plan neither…at least for now


      3. Exactly. There are some commenters who are often insightful, who can help you understand the story, then there are a frightening number that seem to jump to random conclusions and speak confidently as if their guesses are confirmed facts.

        Sorry if I’m picking on this one commmenter in particular… Perhaps you’re not a native English speaker and this is a learning experience, like “sometimes a cigar is just a cigar”


    2. BartHumphries

      She’ll just add it to her collection.
      Squire (eventually Warlord) Cat, the Necromancer, Ruler of C-Town, Duchess of Wintery Something.


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  10. nipi

    “Although, frankly, someone who could afford to live in a house made of glass could probably do with a few rocks thrown at them. If anyone got that rich there were bound to be a lot of peasants starving in the background.”
    Crap! Weve got skyscrapers and shit.


      1. Nicole Weaver

        Oooh! That is a fascinating potential complication. Now I am excited to discover how much killian is affected by her heritage. 🙂


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