“At this point, the main challenge is confining the infected to the camps,” Mina spoke to Induen, staring out over the city of Veden from the castle. “People that catch the disease spread it indefinitely. Some people, when it stops spreading, resume mingling into society. Like this, the outbreaks never really stop.”

“Just use force,” Induen shook his head disapprovingly. “It isn’t so difficult.”

Mina looked to him. “Do you think this tiny county has the manpower to force more than half of its residents into refugee camps or within their own homes? And even then, the last thing we wish is for our military to be infected with this disease. That would only exacerbate the disaster.”

“Who said anything about confining them?” Induen’s blue eyes locked with Mina’s, veritably shining.

“Yes, we can kill anyone that disagrees with us, become the rulers of corpses. It’ll be harder to get them to tend the fields that way, I’m sure, but at least we’ll have gotten what we wanted,” Mina challenged him.

Induen’s jaw clenched as he stared at Mina, eyes narrowing with anger. Then, one corner of his mouth split open, and he started laughing dryly.

“You’ve a lot of bravery for one so small,” he noted as his laughter trailed off. “I’ve killed for less.”

Mina stared back at him, not flinching at all. Then, she nodded. “We established this already. You want to kill people for getting sick.”

Even Induen was flabbergasted by her boldness. He only laughed once more, then turned back to the city, watching out. He could not be both amused and angry, and he was more amused than anything.

“Fine. Fine…” he conceded, crossing his arms and leaning against one of the keep’s pillars. “People that resume their tasks despite their sickness—it’s a selfish act, so they’re selfish people. Give them incentive to stay inside, they’ll fall in line. Greed is an easy, base emotion to satisfy.”

“You mean… pay them? Veden is not… exactly…”

Induen considered for half a second, then said, “Promise exemptions from taxes. It’s not an immediate boon, but the promise alone will convince many to obey. You don’t even need to uphold the promise,” he looked to her.

Mina nodded, eyes distant as she considered his idea. “No… no, it’s a good idea. Exemptions will be sorely needed after the devastation from the plague, anyway.”

“It’s the promise that matters—promises enough to get them to do what you want.”

Mina walked over to her desk, then retrieved quill and paper. “Nikoletta told me something, once. Even if you view people as tools, well-maintained tools perform a task all the better.”

Induen bit his lip, a bit displeased at the mention of Nikoletta. He stepped towards Mina, arguing, “If people know there are consequences, they’ll work hard.”

“They’ll only work as hard as they need to avoid consequences,” Mina quickly rebutted. “If people love their ruler, they’ll do what they need to and more. People crave to rise, and as they do so, they’ll bring you up with them. All they need is opportunity and reward.”

Induen stared down at her, but she turned to the document in front of her and began writing in it diligently. The prince opened his mouth once more, but someone entered the door. Induen turned his head back, spotting one of his knights. He strode forward and pushed the man on his chest.

“You don’t knock?” he said coldly.

“An urgent matter, prince,” the knight knelt. “Forgive me.”

glance back to Mina. Almost bitterly, he said, “Speak,

the knight relayed, bowing all the

deep breath of surprise.

prince, in the

set

my prince,” the

details?” Induen inquired, the only genuine emotion on his tone that

is only just now being spread, my prince,

clean-shaven chin, turning away and

think you can handle things? I should

then looked to the papers before her. “It

once he heard her

as things get

around. His eyes were frowning, but his mouth was

quickly, obviously flustered, but she kept her yellow eyes fixed firmly on the prince

is

you always use is off the table,” Mina said, her voice steady. “If that isn’t a challenge, what

seem determined to face repercussions of some sort. I wonder why that might be?”

prince turned back to the knight. “Send word to Dirracha I’ll be preoccupied with

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Anneliese questioned as they sat together in the darkness of night. It felt like they were alone, but in truth, Galamon and Silvic both were close enough to hear.

the matrix for [Bloodfeud Bow] with his golden eyes distant, as though hesitating. Then, he said, “Durran being

“I knew it was that. Yet even still… if you overstrain yourself, you will suffer more in the long

sort of bad dream, now, Anneliese. Not about my death. Not the Low Way, not Induen.

“Sometimes, I question if you are simply too sweet, or

her and questioned,

book. “Blood

one I’ve been studying most,”

as she could. Sitting cross-legged, she gestured towards him. “Try and

aside, then held out his hand. He had seen the matrix enough that it conjured as quickly as any spell might’ve. It hovered in the air, inanimate and ineffectual. He tried to set it into motion in

second. Argrave sighed and lowered his hand, while Anneliese’s amber eyes stayed locked on where his hand had just been. Her face was as steady as stone for a time, and she said nothing. Eventually,

Once again, it shattered

leaned back, supporting herself with her arms. She spaced out, lost in thought

like if you had a tower, and you tried to move only the first floor. You neglect pushing the tower above. It all needs

thought she’d say. “But what angle am I missing? I feel like I’m applying

The force applied is invisible—I can only comprehend it when

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