[Astrid Starfetcher]

I didn't come from luxe or own no diamonds
Yeah I was barely getting by, we survive like lions

THE BASICS

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Name: Astrid Liefe R'stauvawych Starfetcher The First (Astrid Starfetcher)
Gender: she/her
Age: twenty-five | spring
Current residence: Nomad
Occupation: Merchant and messenger
Social standing: Citizen
Loyalty: The Order

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APPEARANCE

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Face claim: Evangeline Lily

Height: 5’

Weight: 110 lbs

Description:

Astrid is short in stature, but not in demeanor. She carries herself with a mysterious confidence, spine straight, body loose, her smile secretive, glimmering green eyes always carrying the promise of a truly worthy secret. One worth begging for. One worth paying any price for.

Her hair tumbles in scarlet waves, autumn and sunset captured within it. Long, down to her waist, she keeps at least the hair that frames her freckled cheeks braided and pulled back. Part of her allure, her hair seems to glow like at the right time of day, most especially when she shares a story in the dawn or the twilight, and her whole face becomes the flickering liveliness of a fire.

She keeps herself fit, both with riding and training herself in various methods of self defense. Her greatest skill is perhaps a tie between riding and archery, only perhaps won out by her ability to sell just about anything to anyone. It keeps her well-muscled, her back corded in the unique physique archery develops.

The grace and control she can maintain over her body thanks to this work makes her hard not to watch as she balances upon the edge of her cart like a cat, or twirls with a shocking plot twist in one of her many tales. It seems that every part of her creates an air of mystery and allure, desperate to know all the secrets she keeps tucked deep in her pockets, ready to be exchanged for the right price.

Horse Descriptions:

Valmere is an impressive sight, a true embodiment of strength and grace. Towering at 18 hands, his dapple gray coat shimmers in the light, while his long, flowing mane cascades down his neck, dark gray in color, with a silky texture that catches the breeze. It frames his noble head, which features a strong, well-defined jawline and a straight profile. Valmere's large, expressive amber eyes are framed by long lashes, exuding both intelligence and wisdom, making it easy to see the bond he shares with Astrid. His deep amber eyes hold a wise, gentle spirit, reflecting the bond he shares with Astrid, his devoted companion. Despite his size, Valmere moves with a fluidity that belies his power, his large, pale hooves striking the ground with an assured grace. The scars that mark his body tell a story of resilience and survival, hinting at the trials he faced before finding solace with Astrid.

His powerful, muscular build is evident in his broad shoulders and deep chest, which lend him both strength and agility. The large, pale hooves are sturdy and well-formed, a testament to his natural endurance and capability, never needing shoes. Scars are visible along his flanks and legs, telling tales of battles fought and challenges overcome, yet they only add to his rugged charm, marking him as a survivor. Overall, Valmere's physical presence is a perfect blend of elegance and power, embodying the spirit of a noble steed.

Fellomina, not a familair, but bonded nevertheless, is a breathtaking mare, exuding both grace and strength. Standing slightly shorter than her son, Valmere, her pale dapple gray coat gleams softly, adorned with delicate speckles of silver that create a mesmerizing pattern across her body. Her striking white mane flows elegantly down her neck, contrasting beautifully with her coat and framing her face like a halo. Her large, expressive eyes are a warm chestnut, full of intelligence and curiosity, reflecting a gentle but spirited nature. Fellomina's refined head showcases a delicate, slightly arched profile, with a well-defined jaw and elegant features that speak to her femininity.

With a strong, athletic build, she possesses powerful muscles that are evident in her broad shoulders and deep girth, providing her with both endurance and agility. Her legs are long and graceful, ending in sturdy, well-formed hooves that allow her to move with fluidity and precision. Though she may bear a few faint scars from her own past, they only add to her character, telling stories of resilience and strength. Fellomina embodies the perfect balance of elegance and tenacity, making her a striking presence alongside Valmere.

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BEHAVIOR

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Strengths:

witty | intelligent | innovative | adaptable | confident | charismatic | funny | insightful


Weaknesses:

selfish | dishonest | cunning | mistrustful | greedy | cynical | sardonic | chaotic

Motivation:

The hustle. For Astrid, the hustle is a dance of desire. While the glitter of gold tempts her, it is the thrill of trading rare magical treasures and whispered secrets that truly sets her heart alight. Each deal is a game of intrigue, where the stakes soar and the rewards shimmer with promise. Money may be her goal, but it’s the intoxicating allure of the unknown that fuels her spirit, urging her to chase the next adventure that lies just beyond the horizon.

Personality:

Astrid is a captivating woman, a whirlwind of charm and eccentricity. With her sharp wit and keen intelligence, she navigates the world of trade and secrets with a unique flair. As a merchant and messenger, she thrives in the bustling markets, where her whimsical nature sets her apart. She’s known for her ability to procure rare magical items and deliver sensitive information, often leaving clients in awe of her resourcefulness. She often simply appears in remote locations, or the strangest and most unexpected of places with her horses and wagon, where they'll find a playful glint in her eyes that suggests she could fetch the stars themselves, given the right price.

Her confidence radiates from her, making her a natural leader in conversations and negotiations. Astrid’s charisma draws people in, while her humor keeps them engaged, often turning mundane transactions into entertaining exchanges. Yet, beneath her enchanting, whimsical exterior lies a more complex character. Astrid is not without her flaws. Her self-assured is easily a mask for selfishness and greed, as she almost always prioritizes her own desires and ambitions above those of others. Her cunning intelligence serves her well in the mercantile world, but it can also lead to dishonesty when she feels it necessary to protect her interests. This mistrust of others creates a barrier, making it difficult for her to form deep connections, and her sarcasm often masks her vulnerability.

In moments of chaos, Astrid's unpredictable nature shines, her actions driven by whims that can either delight or bewilder those around her. She embodies a delicate balance of light and shadow—her vibrant personality illuminating her path, while her complexities add depth and intrigue. In every encounter, she leaves a lasting impression, a testament to her ability to navigate the fine line between charm and mischief in a world full of wonder and danger.

Horse Personality:

Valmere is a majestic enigma, his intelligence unnervingly profound, as if he holds secrets of the universe in his deep amber eyes. At just seven years old, he carries an ancient wisdom that can feel unsettling to those who encounter him, his insights and dry wit often lending him an uncanny, almost too human quality. This peculiar demeanor can make him appear strange to outsiders, who may find it hard to reconcile his powerful, equine form with the depth he exudes.

Fiercely loyal and protective, Valmere is a stalwart guardian of both his bonded person and his mother, his bravery unwavering as he shies away from nothing. This noble stallion is a gentle reminder of compassion in a world often shadowed by self-interest. His presence tempers Astrid's more selfish tendencies, nudging her toward the warmth of her own heart. His ability to perceive emotions and intentions adds layers to his character, leaving others both captivated and perplexed.

With a mischievous glint in his eye, Valmere possesses a humor that lightens the air, inviting laughter and camaraderie, even as his mysterious aura invites curiosity and intrigue. He embraces the call of adventure, ready to traverse the world and discover its wonders, all the while reminding those who travel alongside him that there’s much more to life than meets the eye.

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HERITAGE

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Birthplace:

R̶̥͙̙̰̤̂̉̎̌̑́̽̌̀̀͘͠E̵̛͈̣͕̩͕̹̹̠̺̼̪̫̘̮̊̊̽͆̅D̵̫̬̜̂̓̎́̋̃̐͌͐͆̂̊͆̆͊̋̅͆̀̕A̷̧̩̣̭̙̲͖̲̪͚͖̬̞̜͗̓̂̍́͂̃͒̋̊̎̓͗͒̋̕̕̚̚͘ͅC̶̪͙̗̤̺̯̎͂̍͆̍́̉͂̚T̷̢͔̣̺͍̲̖̲͍͚͎͔̳̮͓̪̯͋̿͘͘͠E̷̡͉͕̣̺̠͓̱͍͑̀̑̔͜D̶̨̢͍̥̠͑̆̎̌̌́̾̾̋̂́̒̓͑͛́͜

Family:

deceased

History:

First lesson: humans are everywhere. Humanity is not.


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    The leaves here didn’t sound like bells. It didn’t shimmer, bounce, or dance; they didn’t drop pollen that cooled on her skin. Little Astrid missed the singing wind and how it would brush against her skin, carrying a sweet fragrance.
    This was not like ████.
    There was a vitality here, just different from what she knew at home. Yet, perhaps these feelings were just the fantasies of a young girl. Maybe home wasn’t like that at all, and she had simply forgotten.
    She would surely rather keep pretending. The way it is in her mind is enchanting—overflowing with vivaciousness that can saturate every sense.
    Her senses are saturated here, too, but in a miserable way.
    Surely, it was beautiful in this forest. But it was foreign. It was wet with cold snow that didn’t act like her snow, and all she had for comfort was the dark green spidersilk cloak from home. Thick, soft, and the smell of home had yet to fade.
    This was how they found the four year old, curled up in the roots of the Tree of Allways, just outside the portal, dark green fabric bundled around her, fire-red hair a beacon for them to find her. Three women, out frostberries for their establishment.
    ”What’s your name, sweet one?” inquired the woman that picked her up and bundled her against her chest.
    At first Astrid didn’t answer. She was tired, and so frozen to the bone she was starting to feel warm.
    ”Stay awake now. What’s your name?”
    ”Astrid Liefe,” she whispered.
    ”Where are your parents, Astrid?”
    The trudging through the snow was rocking her to sleep. The woman gently shook her, catching her attention.
    ”No no, sweet one. Where are they?”
    Her eyes stung. ”Don’t have any.”
    There was more talking after that, but Astrid has never been able to remember what it was. She remembered the moment they entered the building — it was hot and humid and smelled of incense and sweet flowers. After going down some stairs, Astrid was placed by a fire somewhere dark. It was how they kept the water warm, they said. She didn’t understand what they meant.
    ”Don’t worry,” one of the women said as she helped Astrid into dry clothes. “You’ll never work here.”
    ”No, never.”
    ”Where am I?” she whined.
    ”A bathhouse."
    ”My name is Lyra,” the woman who carried her said as she sat behind Astrid. She began stroking her hair, a mothering gesture she hardly remembered existed. “You can stay here. I’ll take care of you.”
    She didn't want to stay there. Astrid wanted to go home, but she didn't know the way. She suspected, somewhere in that child's heart, that she would never find home again.

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    “Ladies and gentlemen and everyone in between, esteemed creatures of the night and day!” Astrid Liefe gave those who stopped on the street a conspiring grin. “Step right up and prepare to be dazzled, for you are about to witness a spectacle unlike any other—a mesmerizing journey into the enchanting world of the Aqua Reyla!”
    Recently remodeled, thanks to the additional revenue Astrid produced—no questions asked about the stolen goods. At ten, her hands were still small and quick, and she had an eye for valuable things. Even better, she was great and convincing people to give her secrets, and those were the most valuable things of all.
    “Behold!” She swept her arm behind her, to the stunning bathhouse with a vaulted roof supported by powerful reclaimed tree-trunks. People were staying, either amused or interested or both. She didn’t care, as long as she had their attention. “A sanctuary where ethereal beauty meets serene relaxation, nestled beneath the shimmering boughs of ancient trees! As you enter, let the sweet scent of blooming night-blooming jasmine and enchanted cedar envelop your senses! Please, come in!”
    A couple walked away then, but the rest followed. Seven people! So far so good. She swept the heavy, dark wood doors and ushered everyone inside.
    “Gaze upon the exquisite marble pools,” she went on, “their surfaces shimmering like starlit skies! Each drop is infused with magical essences,” (in the imaginative sense,) ”that promise rejuvenation for both body and spirit! The air dances with the sound of trickling water and the gentle whispers of silk-clad attendants, ready to guide you on this luxurious journey!”
    They were properly dazzled. A renovated bathhouse in what was supposed to be a slum was thrilling to indulge in. As long as they had the coin, of course.
    She kept their rapt attention. “Marvel at the radiant mosaics that adorn the walls—” —she hopped up onto a half wall, perfectly balanced as she swept her arm out— “—each tile telling tales of legendary heroes and mischievous sprites! Revel in the warm glow of luminescent crystals that illuminate every corner, casting an enchanting light that will leave you breathless!”
    The crystals were simply lit by candles within their hollowed centers. But the smell of the… perhaps slightly drugged incense, with a pleasant aphrodisiac effect, was working well.
    “And what’s this? An aromatic steam room, swirling with lavender and mint! Let the warmth embrace you, as you indulge in treatments crafted from rare herbs and mystical elixirs from realms beyond the Allways, said to bestow blessings of vitality and grace!” That part was true. She was the only one in the bathhouse brave enough to venture in, sneaking past the Guardians to procure otherworldly goods.
    “So, my friends, step forward! Immerse yourselves in this world of elegance and tranquility! For tonight, you are not just guests—you are the stars of this spectacular experience! Let the soothing waters wash away your cares, as you delight in the enchantment that awaits!”
    They began to wander on their own, taking in the beautiful space. Astrid grinned, fists on her hips in triumph.
    “Welcome to the Aqua Reyla!” Her voice echoed. “Where magic and relaxation unite in an unforgettable display!”
    Right on cue, glimmering dust fell from the ceiling, collected from prism moths by a merchant she’d traded with. A few gasped with delight, their hands held out like they were catching snow.
    “For a price, of course,” she finally said, her voice silky smooth as she produced a silver dish for their coin. Every one of them approached, reaching for their purses.
    “Astrid.”
    She jumped and nearly spilled all the coin she was collecting. Looking down over her shoulder, she met the eyes of Reyla herself, the owner of the establishment. Astrid grinned at her as patrons were lead by attendants to where they will find their robes and begin their luxurious break from life.
    “How may be of assistance?” She said, still in her performing tone.
    “I need you out again.”
    Astrid’s face fell. “I was just out yesterday. And it’s raining.”
    “No whining,” Reyla warned. “You only brought back jewelry, and one was fake. You can do better, or there are other jobs you can train for.”
    The girl glanced from the corner of her eye at Lyra, who was seductively leading a man in a robe to another room. Her stomach twisted with dread. “I’ll go.”
    ”I thought so.”

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[CW: grooming and abuse]

    The alleyway was narrow, the walls draped in shadows that felt thick and heavy. Astrid crouched low, her heart racing as she sorted through her meager collection of stolen trinkets. A tarnished silver ring here, a weathered leather pouch there; each item whispered stories of better lives, lives she longed to escape to. She tucked a small gemstone into her pocket, the last piece she had saved for her dream of freedom.
    Suddenly, she sensed a presence. She looked up to see a boy her age standing a few feet away, his brown hair catching the dim light. He was dressed well, in a crisp shirt and trousers that spoke of privilege. He looked down at her, eyes curious but kind.
    “What are you doing?” he asked, his voice soft yet curious.
    Astrid straightened, and she lifted her chin. “None of your business. Run along, there are no trades to be made today.”
    But the boy didn’t flinch. Instead, he stepped closer, glancing at her wares. “I can help you sell those. I know people,” he said, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “My father is a renowned merchant.”
    She narrowed her eyes. “What do you get out of it?”
    “Information,” he replied, a playful glint in his eyes. “I hear you know things—things about the town, about your boss, about everyone you meet.”
    It was surprising, to hear that he knew of her.
    Her heart quickened. Lyra had a hold on her, and Astrid was desperate for any way to break free. “What manner of information are you seeking?”
    He leaned in closer, lowering his voice. “The kind people would pay anything to know.”
    Astrid bit her lip, contemplating. She felt a flicker of hope, but fear twisted in her stomach. “And why would you help me?”
    “Maybe I see potential in you,” he said, shrugging. “Or maybe I just want to see someone break free from this place.”
    Her brows knotted together. Would Reyla find her? What would she do to her?
    ”Find me in the square at the Painted Wish. Big painted wagon, you can’t miss it.”
    ”Wait! What’s your name?”
    ”Aelix R’stauvawych.”
    And then he was gone. What chance could have lead her to such an opportunity? It was impossible. She wasn’t sure she could manage to leave Lyra. She stared at where he disappeared around the corner. She didn’t even know his name.
    Astrid focused on organizing her loot, dropping it into separate bags with things to sell or trade, and what percentage to bring back home. It was a frightening balance. Reyla only got more and more mean as she aged, making things especially harsh on her.
    Before she could respond, a familiar voice sliced through the air, sharp and furious. “Astrid!”
    Her blood ran cold as Reyla appeared, her figure looming ominously at the alley’s entrance. Astrid felt her heart drop, and she instinctively backed away. Reyla stormed over, eyes blazing. “What are you hiding?”
    In a panic, Astrid stumbled back, clutching her pouch of coins. “It’s mine! I earned it!”
    Reyla’s hand shot out, striking Astrid across the face. Pain exploded in her lip, and she tasted blood. “You ungrateful wretch! You think I wouldn’t notice? You can’t be trusted. From now on, you’ll train as one of the courtesans. That’s what you are now.”
    Astrid’s breath hitched, shock crashing over her. The idea of being sold like that sent waves of nausea through her. “No! I won’t!”
    Reyla’s expression darkened. “You don’t have a choice. You’ll learn your place, or you’ll find out just how cruel this world can be.”
    Astrid’s vision blurred with tears, a bruise blooming on her cheek as she caught her breath. She wriggled away as Reyla reached for her again, adrenaline surging. “Let me go!” she screamed, breaking free and darting past Reyla, heart pounding with a fierce need for escape.
    She dashed through the streets, breathless and wild, until she nearly collided with the merchant's son. He caught her by the shoulders, eyes wide with surprise. “What happened?”
    “Please,” she gasped, desperation clawing at her throat. “You said you’d help me. I need to get out of here.”

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    ”You sure you’ve got this?” Aelix’s voice was full of skepticism. “The little creatures aren’t exactly friendly.”
    Astrid stared at the ruins of Wyrmrot. It’d been five years since she left the bathhouse behind, and she’d seen so much of the world, but she’d never seen a place so wretched as this. Fire so hot that it could melt stone had been blasted here. Ancient stone structures barely stood, great rock formations cracked and destroyed behind the old city. Astrid learned everything there was to know about anything—this place had once been sacred, and a cult who’d stolen a magic item razed it. Sacrifices or something. No one had discerned the reason for taking the eggs, or controlling the dragon.
    But she did know this: the bone children had that artifact. It had been sighted after thousands of years, and they would have it.
    Astrid arched a brow. “As long as they slumber, I can slip by them. I’ll be quick. Now stop your fussing.”
    His father approached, grinning. “Yes, Aelix. Our sly little fox has never failed us.” He squeezed her shoulder, and he grinned.

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    Astrid Liefe R'stauvawych crept through the crumbling, rocky tunnels of the Bone Children’s lair, her every step meticulously placed to avoid even the faintest scrape or sound. In the dim light, her form seemed to merge with the shadows, only her red hair betraying, her heartbeat the only thing she allowed herself to hear as she moved further into the ruins. She had prepared for this – every turn memorized after a week of spying, each inch of this place etched into her mind. Yet, no map could have truly prepared her for the eerie silence that hung in the air, broken only by the soft, barely-audible chittering of the Bone Children as they slumbered.
    Around her, they lay sprawled in clusters, nestled among rocks and piles of ancient bones. Their pale, skeletal forms curled up in poses disturbingly like children asleep in their beds, each draped in jagged cloaks and breastplates of bone. Their canine-like legs and clawed fingers added a twisted, animalistic quality to them, a reminder that these were hunters, despite their fragile appearance. She kept her distance, though the occasional glint of a yellowed bone or the shifting shadow of a talon forced her to stifle her breath.
    Finally, she reached the chamber she had sought. At the center, displayed on a crumbling pedestal of stone, lay the artifact: an ancient orb, wrapped in faded cloth and engraved with sigils. Its dim, silver glow pulsed faintly, illuminating intricate symbols etched onto its surface. This relic was rumored to contain powerful knowledge – the secrets of a long-lost civilization. She grinned, a thrill rushing through her. What a find! With practiced care, Astrid reached out, unwrapping the orb and wrapping it in her arms. She could almost feel its hum of energy against her chest, mingling with the pulse of her own heartbeat.
    But then, as she turned to slip away, her foot pressed too firmly on a brittle fragment of bone. A sharp crack echoed through the chamber, shattering the silence.
    She froze.
    The chittering stopped.
    One by one, the Bone Children began to stir, their skeletal frames stretching as their large, dark eyes slowly opened. They rose silently, heads tilted at unnatural angles, sniffing the air. The moment they spotted Astrid, they moved with a terrifying fluidity, moving onto all fours, their clawed fingers scraping the stones as they crawled toward her, eyes locked in an unsettlingly childlike curiosity mixed with hunger.
    Astrid bolted, weaving through the labyrinthine tunnels, her heart pounding. The Bone Children gave chase, their ghostly bodies flitting between the shadows, closing in as she sprinted over ancient stone bridges and crumbling stairs. The exits seemed to blur in her vision, but Astrid's focus remained sharp – she had to reach the merchant wagon, where her companions and the magic trinkets they carried would be her only defense.
    At last, sunlight filtered through a crack in the ruins ahead, the harsh desert light calling to her. She burst through the entrance, dust and sand swirling in her wake as she stumbled toward the wagon, shouting to her companions. Her voice was enough; they leapt into action, pulling out enchanted amulets, glowing stones, and charms.They picked one — a white pearl. As Astrid scrambled into the wagon, her comrades hurled the pearl into the sand before the pursuing Bone Children.
    In a flash, the items activated, casting a shimmering barrier of white fire across the path, blazing bright enough to mimic daylight in the Bone Children's night-adapted eyes. The creatures screeched and shrank back, their eerie voices raised in a chittering song of frustration and fear. They watched Astrid with wide, dark eyes that held hunger and fury, but slowly, one by one, they retreated back into the cool darkness of their lair.
    Astrid collapsed against the side of the wagon, the ancient orb still safe in her arms, her breath slowing as she gazed into the dark maw of the ruin. The Bone Children had retreated, but their chittering lingered in her mind, a reminder of how close she had come to becoming one more lost soul in their eerie, bone-strewn lair.
    Still catching her breath, Aelix sidled up with a sly grin, his eyes dancing with admiration.
    “You really did it, huh?” he murmured, glancing at the orb she’d retrieved. “Sneaking past and then escaping a whole swarm of Bone Children... That’s some talent.” He tilted his head, studying her with a playful glint. “I’m beginning to think you might even be trying to impress me.”
    He leaned in, his tone dropping to a mock whisper. “But don’t worry, Astrid. I’m already impressed.”
    Before she could respond, his father joined them, his eyes gleaming with pride as he took the orb in her hand. “You’ve done us a great service, Astrid,” he said, giving her a firm, approving nod. “This artifact is worth more than we could’ve hoped, and without you, it would still be in those ruins. You’re truly indispensable.”
    Aelix folded his arms, glancing between his father and Astrid with a smirk. “See? Even my old man can’t argue with that.” He flashed her a grin. “Guess you’re gonna become a bit of a legend around here now, aren’t you, little fox?”

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    Astrid crouched low behind one of the Tree of Allways’ colossal roots, her fingers lightly brushing the ancient bark for grounding. Towering over her, the tree stretched up into the heavens, its massive roots spiraling out and weaving through the forest floor like sleeping serpents. Nestled in the shelter of these ancient roots was the Allways portal, shimmering with strange light—a swirl of blues, silvers, and deep violets that seemed to defy any simple shape or depth.
    Two Guardians, armored in glinting scales and wielding tall spears, kept vigilant watch over the portal, their eyes sharp, faces impassive. Astrid watched them with bated breath, waiting for her diversion to work. After a heartbeat, a burst of fireworks exploded in the distance, a scattering of green and red flares through the trees. One Guardian stiffened, his gaze snapping toward the disturbance. He hesitated, then took off toward the sound.
    Astrid’s heart hammered as the second round of fireworks burst—a soft crackle overhead, with streaks of gold raining down over the branches far above. The remaining Guardian’s head jerked up, her gaze narrowing. She hesitated for a long moment, scanning the treeline. Astrid held her breath. She must suspect a diversion but…with a wary grunt, she started up one of the great roots to investigate the source.
    This was her chance.
    Quick and quiet as a fox, she darted from her hiding place, slipping through the dense foliage, her steps barely disturbing the fallen leaves as she approached the portal. She could feel its strange, almost magnetic pull as she stepped closer, her face a mixture of awe and trepidation. The Allways was beautiful, with an otherworldly energy she hadn’t felt since she was a child, but it held a deep, unnerving power, too. The portal rippled before her, inviting and menacing all at once.
    Pausing, Astrid glanced over her shoulder, her breath quick and uneven. The Guardians were still distracted—she was safe, for now. But the fear gnawed at her. She’d spent weeks feeling her mentor’s doubt like a shadow over her shoulder. She was desperate to prove herself, to remind him that she was indispensable, even remarkable. Without this success, she feared she might be left behind, abandoned to a life as mundane as her nightmares.
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    The small boat glided silently across the crystalline waters of the Crystal Gulf, its hull skimming just below the vast, towering glaciers of Daín. The air was crisp, each breath a cloud as Astrid and Aelix steered the boat toward a jagged outcrop of ice that rose like a spire against the grey sky. Astrid, wrapped in layers of furs and thick wool, gazed up at the glacier’s towering form, her cheeks already rosy from the cold.
    “All right,” Aelix whispered with a devilish grin as he docked the boat, his gaze flickering to Astrid. “Not that I’m ever scared, but… you’re sure about this, right?”
    Astrid smirked, raising an eyebrow. “You think I’d come all the way here if I wasn’t?” she whispered back, carefully stepping onto the ice and steadying herself as she took up her chisel. “Just… don’t go overboard, Aelix. These glaciers don’t take kindly to loud noises.”
    They crept across the frozen surface, every step a muffled crunch in the silence. The two of them slipped into a narrow cave, its walls glittering with magic-infused crystals embedded in the ice. Astrid marveled at their faint glow—a soft, shifting light that pulsed gently in shades of blue and violet.
    “Look at that,” Aelix breathed, watching the colors shift. He turned to her, mischief glinting in his eyes. “You know, once we have enough of these, I’ll get us a new wagon. Bigger than my dad’s—maybe even enchanted to be bigger on the inside.”
    Astrid’s gaze met his, and she found herself smiling shyly. “That… would be incredible.”
    “Not just incredible,” he continued, his voice a low whisper, leaning a little closer. “It would be grand. A show-stopping, magnificent wagon with you as the star of every sales pitch. I’d have you dazzling every town we enter—every eye on you.”
    Astrid felt the warmth rise to her cheeks, and she looked away, trying to suppress a bashful smile. She busied herself with her chisel, murmuring, “Oh, so it’s your dream to put me on display?”
    “Just you,” he replied, his voice soft, almost tender. “And maybe a horse or two. Can’t have our grand spectacle pulled by just Filomina anymore, can we?”
    Astrid’s laugh was soft, almost inaudible. She gave him a sidelong glance, her eyes sparkling. “You have quite the imagination.”
    They exchanged a long, warm look before returning to their task. The two of them began carefully chipping away at the crystal veins, the gentle rhythm of their chiseling filling the cavern. The work was delicate, but the excitement in Aelix’s eyes matched her own.
    Then, in his enthusiasm, Aelix struck a crystal with just a little too much force. A loud crack echoed through the chamber, reverberating off the ice walls. Astrid froze, her eyes widening as spiderweb cracks started to race up the walls and ceiling.
    “Aelix…” she breathed, dread slipping into her voice.
    He swallowed, glancing around as the ice began to groan. “Uh… Astrid, we should—”
    Before he could finish, the glacier gave a shudder, and cracks exploded across the walls. Huge shards of ice began to splinter, tumbling from above. They sprinted for the entrance, dodging sharp icicles that crashed into the floor around them.
    “Go, go!” Astrid urged, her heart pounding as they sprinted together, barely dodging another massive shard that shattered behind them. They reached the mouth of the cave just as the ice around them began to collapse, and with one last push, they lunged onto the open glacier, slipping and sliding down the slope as the cave behind them crumbled into an avalanche of ice.
    The glacier rumbled, sending an enormous wave cascading into the gulf. Their small boat rocked violently, but they managed to reach it just as the glacier sent shockwaves through the water. They threw themselves into the boat, panting and laughing as the little vessel was pushed away from the ice, their crystals clattering in the bottom.
    Sitting in a puddle of cold, half-melted snow, Aelix looked at Astrid, breathless and grinning, his hair dusted with snowflakes. “I think… we’re alive?”
    She laughed, her cheeks flushed. “Barely.”
    For a moment, they just stared at each other, grinning, the thrill of the escape still racing through them. Then, Aelix’s expression softened, and he leaned forward, his hand brushing against her cheek as he pressed his lips to hers, warm against the chill of the winter air. Her heart pounded, feeling as though the whole world tilted with that kiss. Her cheeks were already flushed from the cold, but now there was a warmth spreading through her, a warmth that made her feel invincible and dizzy all at once
    When they broke apart, Astrid’s breath caught, a soft, startled exhale forming a cloud between them. She stared at Aelix and his gentle smile, feeling an awe she hadn’t expected, a thrill that buzzed through her veins like the spark of magic in the crystals they’d mined. Her mind spun, lingering on the feeling of his lips, how unexpectedly perfect it had been—more exhilarating than even their wild escape from the glacier. For a moment, all her fears and worries melted away, and the only thing that felt real was the way he was looking at her now, with the same bright, unguarded joy in his eyes.
    All around them, snow began to drift gently, settling on their hair and shoulders, quiet and serene. The icy waves lapped at the boat, and the world outside faded until there was nothing left but Aelix, and the secret, wonderful warmth between them.

۵✘۵

[cw: animal abuse]

    The thick, damp air of the Vedenya jungle hung heavy around their camp, cloaking the trees and vines in a haze of green shadows. Astrid felt the weight of it as she unpacked crates from the wagon, but all thoughts of work slipped from her mind when she heard the sharp crack of a whip echoing through the clearing.
    She spun around to see Aelix’s father, his face twisted in frustration as he raised his whip toward Fellomina. The mare trembled, her silver-gray coat glistening with sweat, her sides heaving from the climb they’d just made up the jungle’s winding, steep trails. She was still hitched, unable to move back, her eyes wide with fear. Astrid’s heart twisted—she knew Fellomina had been pushed hard all morning, and now, exhausted, the gentle horse couldn’t take another step.
    Without thinking, Astrid darted forward, placing herself between the whip and Fellomina. “Stop!” she cried, her voice fierce. “She’s just tired Roland. She needs a rest.”
    The man halted, startled by her defiance, his expression shifting as he regarded her with a mix of frustration and grudging affection. “Astrid…” he began, softening slightly. “I know you care about her, but we have a schedule. This mare’s slowing us down, and I won’t have it.” His eyes narrowed, though his voice carried a note of fondness he reserved only for her. “Now step aside, girl.”
    But Astrid held her ground, her gaze unwavering as she shielded the trembling mare. “She’s not a machine. She’s exhausted. If you keep pushing her, she’ll—”
    In his impatience, he snapped the whip forward, meaning to frighten her back, but Astrid didn’t budge, and the whip’s leather lash sliced across her chest. She staggered back, gasping as a line of fire bloomed across her skin, the wound stinging and hot even in the thick jungle air. She clutched her chest, feeling warm blood seeping through her fingers.
    “Astrid!” Aelix’s voice cut through the jungle, filled with anger and panic. He’d heard her cry and came rushing up the path, his face twisting with fury as he saw the whip in his father’s hand and the fresh wound across Astrid’s chest.
    “What did you do?” Aelix snarled at his father, standing protectively between Astrid and the older man, his fists clenched. “You whipped her?”
    Aelix’s father looked away, his face flickering with regret, but he held his ground. “She got in the way,” he muttered defensively, his voice softer, though still tinged with exasperation. “I didn’t mean to… she has to learn to stay out of it.”
    But Aelix was already ignoring him, his expression turning gentle as he stepped closer to Astrid. His eyes were full of worry as he reached for her, his voice tender as he said, “Let me help you, Astrid. That cut looks bad.”
    Astrid pressed a hand to her chest, wincing at the pain, but she shook her head and gestured to the trembling horse. “See to Fellomina first,” she insisted, her voice steady even as she struggled to catch her breath. “She’s the one who needs you.”
    But Aelix only shook his head, his gaze steady and resolute. “No, Astrid. You come first.”
    Gently, he guided her to sit on a low rock, carefully brushing her hair back from her face and pulling a cloth from his pocket to press against her wound. His hands were warm and steady, his touch tender as he tried to stop the bleeding. “You’re too brave for your own good sometimes,” he murmured, his voice a mix of admiration and worry. “Jumping in front of him like that…”
    Astrid swallowed, her cheeks flushing despite the pain. “I couldn’t let him hurt her again, Aelix. Fellomina’s done everything for us—she doesn’t deserve a whip.”
    He smiled, a softness in his eyes as he looked at her. “No, she doesn’t. And neither do you.” His gaze dropped to her wound, his brow furrowing. “This’ll scar,” he murmured, his voice quiet. “I’m sorry he did this to you. He never fucking will again.”
    A fresh surge of pain and anger flickered through her, but she nodded, brushing it aside as best as she could. “I’ll be all right,” she whispered, though her voice trembled. “But… can you check on Fellomina, now? Please?”
    He looked like he wanted to argue but finally relented, glancing over at Fellomina. He stepped away and reached out, running a hand over the mare’s soft, trembling coat, murmuring soothing words to calm her down, and began washing the small scratches, though he kept glancing back at Astrid, worry never leaving his eyes.
    As his father turned away, muttering to himself and retreating to the wagon, Aelix left Fellomina and wrapped his arm gently around her shoulder as she stood. “Let’s get you cleaned up. Fellomina’s safe now, and so are you.” His voice softened as he looked down at her, his gaze lingering. “But you won’t keep doing this alone. Not while I’m here.”
    Astrid exhaled, leaning into his touch. “We have to do something about him.”
    He was silent for a long time, even when they sat by the fire. Until he finally murmured, “I know.”

۵✘۵

    In the heart of the Vedenya jungle market, Aelix and Astrid’s wagon gleamed like a beacon, its bright cloths and pennants fluttering in the warm, humid air. Aelix’s voice rang out over the din, inviting curious onlookers forward.
    “Step right up, good folk! See wonders from every corner of the land!” Aelix announced with a flourish, his smile playful, his arms spread wide. “Trinkets, charms, and enchanted items to delight and amaze!”
    Beside him, Astrid moved with fluid grace, hopping onto a barrel and twirling a small black stick in her fingers, sending a spray of sparks into the air. “We have magic beyond your dreams!” she called, her voice honey-sweet with a touch of mystery. A crowd gathered, captivated by her display as she ignited a plume of shimmering, colored smoke with a flick of her wrist. “Charms to protect your home, enchanted trinkets to bring you luck… and even a few special treasures for the most discerning among you.”
    Aelix moved through the gathering crowd of giants, shaking huge hands, exchanging money for charms and amulets, his eyes sparkling as he charmed the customers one by one. Meanwhile, Astrid expertly described each item, her voice weaving tales of far-off lands and arcane enchantments, her charisma pulling everyone in.
    Roland stood at a distance, arms crossed, his eyes flickering with an approving glint as he watched them work. A small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth—he knew this performance was attracting more business than he’d ever managed alone.
    Then, she spotted him—a nobleman lingering on the edge of the crowd, his gaze drawn to the exquisite silvered dagger Astrid held up, its blade catching the light. The dagger was inlaid with delicate runes, said to enhance its wielder’s strength and precision.
    She offered him a warm smile and held it out, meeting his curious gaze. “You seem to have a taste for the finer things, sir,” she said smoothly. “This dagger was enchanted by an ancient mage, whispered to lend its bearer an edge sharper than the claws of a dragon.” Probably. She didn’t know. “A rare item, worthy of someone in your position… for the right price.”
    The nobleman eyed it with interest, then looked up at her with a sly, almost challenging smile. “An intriguing offer,” he said, folding his hands. He made an offer of more money than the thing was worth, and a slow grin spread across her face.
    Astrid tilted her head, matching his cool, guarded expression with a spark of daring. “I’m not in the habit of trading money for such curiosities. I require something more… valuable.” She lowered her voice, letting a hint of mystery color her words. “Perhaps something more intriguing—say, a secret?”
    The nobleman arched a brow, assessing her, his gaze darkening with caution. “Secrets are a dangerous currency, my dear.”
    “And yet often the most valuable,” Astrid replied smoothly, keeping her eyes on him, unwavering. “This dagger isn’t for the faint of heart. If you truly want it, you’ll have to prove its worth it to you.”
    The nobleman’s face was unreadable for a moment, but then he let out a low chuckle, leaning closer to her. “Very well,” he murmured. He glanced around to make sure no one was listening, then whispered a dark secret, one that could ruin a powerful duke. He dealt in the drug trade, supplying highly illegal contraband to the underground. A moment later, Astrid felt a thrill pass over her as she understood the depth of what he was sharing—an opportunity to call in a debt that would place her and Aelix in a position of unprecedented power.
    Astrid’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she handed him the dagger. “A worthy trade, indeed.”
    She slipped away, threading back through the crowd until she found Aelix at the wagon, his eyes sparking with interest as she leaned in close and whispered the secret in his ear. His face shifted from surprise to awe, then delight, and he gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze, pulling her close.
    “Brilliant, little fox,” he murmured, his voice warm and low, laced with admiration. He leaned in, his breath brushing her ear. “We’ve got the kind of power gold can’t buy now. You’ve outdone yourself.”
    Feeling his steady hand on her shoulder and his approving smile, Astrid straightened with a confidence that radiated through her. She was in her element—charming, daring, and filled with a thrill that made her feel unstoppable.

۵✘۵

[cw: predatory behavior]

    The crowd around the wagon bustled with energy, drawn by the shimmer of Astrid’s wares and her captivating performance. She stood on a small crate, her eyes bright and mischievous, casting a spell over her audience with nothing but her voice and presence.
    “Come forth!” she cried, holding a delicate-looking vial between her fingers, the liquid inside shifting through brilliant colors with each movement. “An elixir of vitality, brewed from the enchanting ice of the Crystal Gulf! From a glacier of red crystals. One drop will bring you vigor! Ten drops, and you’ll be strong enough to face a dragon!”
    Her tone was coy, daring anyone to question her claim, and yet so playful that she left her audience both enchanted and uncertain. A middle-aged man with tired eyes and calloused hands stepped forward, hesitantly reaching for the vial.
    “How do I know it’s real?” he asked, voice laced with doubt.
    Astrid’s smile turned sly as she placed a finger to her lips. “Ah, that’s the beauty of magic—it requires faith, doesn’t it?” Her voice dropped to a theatrical whisper. She leaned closer to him, eyes wide with mystery. “I narrowly escaped that glacier with my life, my good sir, and I swear to you upon my reputation that the ice beneath those crystals are a powerful alchemic ingredient.” Maybe. She had no idea.
    The man laughed nervously, glancing at the potion with new conviction. Before he could argue further, she slipped it into his hand, closing his fingers around it with a flourish. “You look like someone who deserves a second chance at his prime. Think of it as my gift to you, from one dreamer to another. Now, who’s next?”
    She was acutely aware of Roland watching her from the storefront of the wagon beside her, his arms crossed and a small, approving smirk on his face. His gaze lingered on Astrid’s every gesture, evaluating her with a prideful gleam.
    “She’s getting sharper, isn’t she?” Roland muttered. Ah Roland, but so has my hearing. She knew how to pay attention to the smallest of details. “You’d almost think she was born to this life.” His tone was admiring, even possessive, as if Astrid’s cunning were a personal triumph of his own. She bristled.
    “She’s clever,” Aelix replied, his tone guarded, protective. He moved closer to the crowd, closer to Astrid, watching her closely as she held up a small charm, its golden surface glinting in the midday sun.
    “This charm,” she said with flair, “is for men and women with bold hearts and adventurous souls. Those who seek fortune will find it that shines brighter when you make a lucrative decision.”
    The charm was, in truth, something they’d picked up from a trader just last week, but Astrid’s words had the crowd captivated. She spun the tale of a young woman who discovered the trinket hundreds of years ago within a danish ruin, and how it was she herself came to be in possession of it. She spun it with such conviction that a young woman and her friends quickly pooled their coins to buy it, laughing with excitement as Astrid handed it over, whispering a mock “blessing” over the trinket.
    “Careful, now!” Astrid said, her eyes glittering with mirth as she took their payment. “This charm is only for the truly daring. Keep it close to your heart, and the spirits will favor you.”
    Roland chuckled under his breath, watching as she turned a simple sale into an unforgettable encounter. “Quite the little enchantress,” he murmured, his tone dripping with satisfaction.”She’s grown into herself.”
    Aelix moved protectively closer, stepping up to the crate and slipping a hand to the small of Astrid’s back as she handed off a truly magic ring to another eager customer. She stepped down and glanced up at him, surprised, but he only tightened his grip, his eyes warning as he noticed Roland still watching them.
    Aelix murmured in her ear, his voice a low growl, “He’s seeing more of himself in you every day. And that’s not a good thing.”
    Astrid let a small smirk play on her lips, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. “You think I’d be as ruthless as him?”
    “You’re already close,” Aelix replied, though his voice was warm with a hint of admiration as much as concern. “But you’re cleverer. I just don’t want him thinking he’s the one that can mold you.
    Astrid scrunched her nose with a laugh and elbowed him in the ribs. “You can’t mold me either, buck-o. Now let me work.”


    As the evening settled over the Vedenya jungle, the last of the customers drifted away, leaving the wagon quiet and bathed in the warm flicker of lantern light. The dense air buzzed with crickets, their calls echoing softly against the towering trees and woven shadows of nearby treehouses. Astrid sorted through the day’s earnings, her fingers deftly stacking coins, her mind still abuzz with the thrill of the performance. She felt alive, like she could take on the world.
    "Quite the show today, Astrid." Roland’s voice broke through her thoughts, low and deliberate. He clapped his hands as he approached, his shadow long in the lantern’s glow. “You’ve really found your place in this business. It’s almost like you were made for it.”
    Astrid stiffened as he came closer, but she kept her smile intact. “Oh, was it the storytelling or the fire tricks?” she quipped, flicking a coin through her fingers and catching it expertly. “I do aim to impress.”
    Roland chuckled, stepping into her space. “It’s more than that. You’ve got presence, girl. A natural way of drawing people in,” he said, his hand landing on her shoulder, his grip just a bit too firm. “With the right encouragement, you could charm the robes off a bishop.”
    Astrid’s smile faltered, her heart skipping—not in the thrilling way she felt on stage, but in a cold, warning way. She stepped back slightly, but Roland followed, his breath uncomfortably close.
    “Maybe tomorrow you could work your magic with the nobles in town,” he continued, his fingers brushing lightly down her arm. “They’d pay handsomely for someone as… captivating as you.”
    Astrid’s mouth went dry, but her wit kicked in, sharp as ever. “Handsome payment for charming nobles? My, Roland, you make it sound like I’m running a different kind of show entirely,” she said, her tone honeyed but with a razor edge. “Should I start charging for smiles too, or would that cut into your profits?”
    Roland blinked, caught off guard by her bite, but his smile returned, a little tighter. “Oh, you’ve got fire, I’ll give you that.”
    “And you’ve got persistence,” Astrid shot back, her voice still light but unmistakably barbed. She tilted her head, her mismatched eyes glittering in the lantern light. “Should I start calling you my personal cheerleader, or are you just here to count the coins I’ve already counted?”
    Roland’s jaw tensed, and his grip shifted ever so slightly—enough to make her pulse quicken. “Careful, girl. Charm only gets you so far.”
    “Aelix,” Astrid called suddenly, loud enough to make Roland flinch. Her voice was laced with exaggerated sweetness. “Could you come help your father with all his… admiration? It’s getting so heavy I can barely stand under it.”
    Aelix’s footsteps were quick, and within seconds he was there, stepping directly between them. His frame blocked Roland’s entirely, and he angled himself toward Astrid, protective but steady. “Admiration, huh?” he said coolly, his eyes flashing at his father. “Funny. I thought we were closing up, not handing out advice on how to sell smiles.”
    Roland straightened, his face hardening. “Just giving Astrid some well-earned praise, he said, his voice a touch defensive. “You’d do well to learn from her.”
    “Maybe I’ll learn how to handle nobles,” Aelix said sharply, his voice deceptively calm. “And you can learn to keep your hands to yourself.”
    The tension crackled between them, but Roland’s smile stayed plastered on his face. He held Aelix’s gaze for a moment before stepping back, brushing off his tunic. “You’ve got spirit, boy. Just don’t let it get in the way of business,” he said, turning to walk off into the shadows. “Close up. I’ll check the inventory in the morning.”
    As soon as he was gone, Aelix turned to Astrid, his jaw still tight but his eyes softening. “Are you alright?”
    Astrid, despite her sharp tongue moments before, let out a shaky breath. “Fine,” she said, forcing her smile back. “He’s all bark anyway. And I can bite back.”
    Aelix reached out, his hands gentle on her arms as he searched her face. “He doesn’t get to talk to you like that. Or look at you like that. Ever.”
    Astrid met his gaze, her bravado flickering. “I had it under control,” she said, though her voice wavered slightly.
    “You shouldn’t have to,” Aelix murmured, his thumb brushing her shoulder before letting his hands drop reluctantly. “You’re worth more than this… circus we’re running.”
    Her smirk returned, sly and confident. “You’d miss the circus without me, admit it.”
    Aelix chuckled, shaking his head. “Maybe. But if he pulls anything like that again, I’ll be the one he has to deal with.”
    Astrid grinned, her pulse finally steadying as she grabbed a trinket from the counter and twirled it between her fingers. “Guess I should make sure I keep you around, huh?”
    “Little fox,” he said under his breath, his voice full of affection, “you’re the one keeping me around.”

۵✘۵

    The tundra of Daín stretched endlessly before Astrid, the sharp chill of the air biting at her cheeks and filling her lungs with a thrilling clarity. She had wandered far from their camp, drawn by a restlessness she couldn’t shake. Now she stood on the edge of a vast expanse of glassy ice so perfect it mirrored the stars above. For a breathless moment, it felt as though she were standing among them, suspended in an endless cosmos.
    Her vivid blue eyes reflected the stars, wide with awe as she slowly turned, taking it all in. The ice beneath her feet glittered like crushed diamonds, and the sky—both above and below—seemed infinite. The cold invigorated her, making her feel alive, powerful.
    A trembling smile crossed her lips as her thoughts turned to freedom. To the endless possibilities her dreams promised. What if she could catch these stars, hold them in her hands, and light a path to her future? A future where no one controlled her, where her talents weren’t just survival tools but the foundation of something extraordinary. She could taste it, feel it in the icy air and the quiet hum of her dreams.
    The first ribbons of the northern lights unfurled across the horizon, soft greens and purples dancing in slow, languid waves. Astrid stared, entranced, her chest tight with emotion. A lump rose in her throat, and she almost cried—not from sadness, but from the overwhelming beauty of the moment. The lights seemed to echo her yearning, her defiance against every chain she’d ever felt.
    “Astrid,” a voice called softly behind her.
    She turned, startled out of her reverie, to see Aelix approaching, his breath misting in the icy air. His gray cloak billowed slightly in the wind, and his cheeks were red from the cold. He stopped a few paces away, his expression softening as he looked at her.
    “This is…” He trailed off, his gaze flicking between the ice, the stars, and her face. Then, with a small, awestruck smile, he said, “This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
    His eyes lingered on her, and Astrid felt her cheeks grow warm, though the air was frigid. She ducked her head, a smile tugging at her lips. “It’s the tundra,” she said lightly, gesturing to the expanse. “Or maybe the lights.”
    “It’s you,” he said quietly, stepping closer.
    Her breath caught at the raw sincerity in his voice. For a moment, the cold, the ice, the stars—all of it fell away, and it was just him, and her, and the promise of something brighter.
    But then, as if drawn by a cruel instinct, he broke the spell. “I wish we could stay here,” Aelix said, his tone wistful. “Away from camp. Away from him.”
    Him. Roland.
    Astrid’s smile faltered, and her gaze dropped. The stars reflecting beneath her feet suddenly felt further away. She bit her lip, the memory of Roland’s touch and lingering gaze souring the beauty of the moment. “Your father,” she murmured, her voice laced with quiet venom.
    “He’s…” Aelix hesitated, his hands curling into fists at his sides. “I can’t keep pretending it’s fine. The way he looks at you. The way he acts. It’s getting worse, and I—”
    “Stop.” Astrid’s voice was sharp as she cut him off. She closed her eyes, trying to steady her breathing. The northern lights continued their dance, oblivious to the storm brewing within her. When she opened her eyes, her expression was colder than the tundra around them. “We can’t stay with him, Aelix. We can’t keep doing this.”
    His jaw tightened, and he took another step closer. “I know. But he owns the wagon. The business. Without him…”
    Astrid turned to face him fully, her blue eyes blazing. “Without him, we could be free. Do you understand that? We could make it on our own.”
    Aelix hesitated, his brows furrowing as he looked at her. “What are you saying, Astrid?”
    “I’m saying…” She took a deep breath, her voice steady, almost eerily calm. “I’m saying maybe it’s time we stop running from the problem and deal with it. Permanently.”
    Aelix stared at her, stunned. “You mean… kill him?”
    She didn’t flinch, didn’t look away. “He’s never going to let us go, Aelix. Not while he has control over us. And if we leave, he’ll hunt us down. You know that.”
    “You can’t be serious,” Aelix said, his voice a mix of disbelief and unease.
    “I’ve never been more serious.” Her voice was steel, but her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. “I want to catch the stars, Aelix. I want to build something incredible. With you. But we’ll never have that as long as he’s in the way.”
    He reached out, gripping her shoulders. “Astrid… this isn’t the answer. There has to be another way.”
    Her lips trembled, but her resolve didn’t waver. “Then you’d better think of one. Because I won’t let him take my dreams. I won’t let him take us.”
    The northern lights rippled overhead, a stark contrast to the darkness settling between them. The stars reflected in the ice beneath their feet, a reminder of the freedom Astrid longed for, the freedom they both deserved.

۵✘۵

    The entrance to Nimina’s Cave rose before Astrid like a dark wound in the mountainside, its edges lined with frost and glinting like teeth in the dim light. She tugged her scarf tighter around her neck and glanced back toward the wagon, where Aelix stood with his arms crossed, his breath misting in the cold air.
    “This is a bad idea,” he said, his voice low but firm.
    Astrid smirked, though her nerves crackled like static under her skin. “That’s what you said about the glacier. And look how that turned out.”
    “You almost got crushed under a mountain of ice.”
    “Yes, almost.” She raised an eyebrow, her tone light. “Key word. It was fine. And it will be this time too.”
    Aelix took a step closer, his boots crunching in the snow. “Astrid, I’m serious. You don’t know what’s in there—caves like this don’t just have shiny trinkets lying around. They’re dangerous.”
    “That’s why I’m going in and you’re staying out here,” she replied, her smile sharpening as she held his gaze. “You’d be stomping around, tripping over things, making enough noise to wake the dead.”
    “I don’t stomp,” he said, offended.
    “You stomp,” she teased, poking his chest. Then her tone softened. “Look, you’re just… too loud. I can do this. Quiet. Quick. And if there’s anything worthwhile in there, I’ll find it.”
    “And if you run into something not worthwhile?” His voice dropped, his concern seeping through.
    “I’ll handle it.” She tugged his scarf playfully. “Trust me, Aelix. I’ve got this.”
    He hesitated, his jaw tightening as if he were weighing his options, then sighed. “If you’re not back in an hour, I’m coming in after you.”
    “If I’m not back in an hour, you’ll probably trip over your own feet and get us both in trouble,” she shot back, already turning toward the cave. Her tone was playful, but her heart was racing.
    She paused at the entrance, glancing over her shoulder. “Keep the fire going. I don’t want to come back to cold stew.”
    He didn’t smile, just gave a reluctant nod. “Be careful, Astrid.”
    “I always am.” And with that, she slipped into the darkness.
    The cold inside the cave was sharper, biting at her skin as she moved deeper. The walls glimmered faintly, reflecting light from crystalline veins that pulsed with a faint, eerie glow. Each step echoed in the vast silence, and Astrid held her breath, her nerves taut but her determination driving her forward.
    The passage twisted and turned, opening into chambers filled with strange sights: a frozen waterfall frozen mid-flow, glittering as if captured in moonlight; a patch of moss glowing softly like a living lantern. Every step felt like stepping into a forgotten world.
    “Alright, Astrid,” she murmured under her breath, her voice barely audible. “Let’s find something worth all this trouble.”
    The passage widened into a massive cavern, and Astrid’s breath hitched. At its center, something gleamed with an otherworldly light, casting silver and gold reflections across the walls. It wasn’t just beautiful—it was mesmerizing.
    She stepped closer, her eyes fixed on the object as her hand instinctively reached out. But then, a sound.
    It wasn’t loud—a low exhale, barely more than a whisper—but it sent a shiver down her spine.
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[cw: vague mentions of predatory violence]

    The night was quiet save for the occasional crackle of the fire outside the wagon, where Aelix had fallen asleep leaning against a tree. His breath rose in soft, rhythmic puffs, oblivious to the storm that had been brewing inside Astrid all day.
    She sat inside the wagon, the cramped space illuminated by a dim lantern swaying with the breeze. On the small wooden table before her lay a simple bowl of stew, freshly prepared and fragrant, though Astrid barely noticed the smell. Her focus was on the tiny vial she held between her fingers, its dark contents glinting ominously in the lantern light.
    Her hand trembled slightly as she uncorked it, the sharp tang of it nearly stinging her nose. It wasn’t enough to kill him outright—at least not at once. But slowly, over weeks, it would eat away at him. And out here, in the wilds of Sela, far from any healer, there would be no rescue.
    She hesitated for a moment, her fox-eyes fixed on the bowl of stew. Aelix’s voice echoed in her mind from earlier that evening, his words as sharp as they had been desperate.
    “I don’t care how awful he is; killing him is a line we don’t cross, Astrid,” he’d said, pacing furiously by the wagon while she sat on the steps, her arms crossed. “I hate him for what he’s done to you, to us—but murder? That’s not who we are.”
    “Who we are?” she’d snapped back, her voice low and dangerous. “You think he cares ’who we are’? He doesn’t stop, Aelix. He sees me as something he can own. Every day he’s here, he’s a threat—to me, to you, to everything we’re working so hard to build. Even after the cave, after Solis Refuge, after last fucking night, you won’t?”
    Aelix had stopped pacing then, staring at her with frustration etched into his features. “We’ll leave him behind. We’ll find a way. But not this, Astrid. We aren’t killing my father.”
    She had said nothing more after that, only turned her face away. But the silence between them had lingered, thick and unresolved.
    Now, in the flickering light of the lantern, she set her jaw. He didn’t understand—he couldn’t, the same way she couldn’t understand him. Roland wasn’t just a problem they could leave behind. He was a man who took what he wanted, demanded what wasn’t his to demand. And that last time, when his hand had lingered too long on her arm, his breath far too close to her ear, she’d seen what he was capable of. Aelix had been too late to notice.
    She poured the poison into the stew, stirring it carefully to hide any trace. As she worked, her mind raced, justifying and rationalizing with a focus that felt almost detached. She wasn’t doing this because she wanted to—she was doing it because she had to.
    The door creaked behind her, and her heart jolted. She turned, but it was only Roland shuffling back from the edge of the woods, muttering to himself. He didn’t notice her, his eyes dull with fatigue.
    “You done with that yet, little fox?” he sighed, collapsing onto the bench inside the wagon.
    “You tell me,” she replied, her voice steady as she slid the bowl toward him.
    He didn’t thank her, didn’t even look at her, just grabbed the spoon and began to eat.
    Astrid moved to the far corner, her back to the wall, watching him from the shadows. Her chest felt tight, her breath shallow, but her expression gave nothing away.
    Roland ate without complaint, his chewing filling the silence of the wagon. Each bite felt like a step closer to the end, and though Astrid knew she should feel guilt, she felt only a grim satisfaction.
    “You’re quiet tonight,” he said suddenly, his voice thick with suspicion as he glanced up at her.
    She beamed at him. “Sold half my voice today! I know how valuable you always say I am. Why I—” She broke off with a gasp, pointed at her throat, and then shrugged.
    He snorted a laugh at her, eyes shining in a way that reminded her of when he first took her in. He’d seen something in her, and she’d been so thrilled to outshine every expectation.
    Astrid watched him finish, her gaze unwavering. When the bowl was empty, he set it down with a clatter and slumped back, already looking pale and uneasy.
    She stood and moved toward the door. “I’ll take first watch, you big old sleepy head,” she quipped, skipping outside before he could respond.
    The cool air hit her like a balm as she stepped into the night, her heart pounding against her ribs. She glanced toward Aelix, still sleeping soundly by the fire.
    “I’m sorry,” she whispered to herself, her voice lost to the night.
    But she wasn’t sorry for what she’d done. She was only sorry he couldn’t understand.

۵✘۵

    The wilds of Sela stretched vast and silent around the wagon, the chill of the night wrapping everything in a suffocating stillness. Astrid sat on the wagon’s roof, knees drawn to her chest, her coat pulled tight against the biting air. The stars above sparkled with cold indifference, but her gaze stayed fixed below, where Roland stumbled through the darkness like a shadow struggling to stay formed.
    The creak of the wagon door had stirred her earlier, pulling her from restless thoughts. She’d watched, unmoving, as he staggered out into the open before she slipped soundlessly out the window and up to the top of the wagon. Now, his hunched figure wavered in the moonlight, a hollowed shell of the man who had once towered over her with greedy eyes and a voice that could curdle milk.
    He collapsed to his knees with a guttural groan, clawing weakly at the frozen earth. Vomit splattered the ground as his body heaved, a terrible sound that made Fellomina’s ears flick back. The mare snorted softly, but she stayed calm, her trust in Astrid’s stillness unbroken.
    Astrid tilted her head, her fox-eyes glinting with an unreadable sharpness. She watched him struggle, her body as motionless as stone, perched like a sentinel. His desperate, slurred muttering floated up to her, incomprehensible and pitiful.
    A whisper stirred in her chest, soft but bitter: Not much longer now.
    Her fingers tightened against the cuffs of her coat sleeves, her knuckles whitening with the pressure. She wanted to feel relief—this was the plan, wasn’t it? But as she watched him retch and collapse onto his side, his breathing labored and shallow, all she felt was a cold, hollow certainty. When he was gone, things would be better. Safer. *Freer.*
    And yet.
    Her mind wandered, unbidden, to the memories of another shadow—Reyla. That cursed bathhouse brothel. Reyla’s voice cutting like knives, her demands that drained everything human from her. Astrid had escaped her, but she hadn’t escaped the scars. And now, watching Roland sputter and gasp, she wondered: Why hadn’t I done this to her?
    The question turned in her mind, sharp and accusing. Reyla had deserved it. Perhaps more than Roland. The bitter irony of it clawed at her—Astrid, the one everyone called lucky for her knack at finding what others couldn’t, and yet it wasn’t luck that clung to her. Not really. She felt cursed instead. Marked. Like some invisible target had been painted on her back, drawing people like them into her life like moths to a flame.
    Her lips pressed into a thin line. The thought made her stomach twist. And yet it felt true in a way that unsettled her. Maybe she *was* cursed. Maybe this was what she got for messing with the Allways, as if she’d ever had a choice.
    Roland groaned below, his hand stretching weakly toward nothing. “Not my fault… didn’t mean it…” His voice cracked, pathetic and distant. “Astrid… didn’t mean…”
    Her chest tightened, but her face remained still, her expression hardening. Whatever he saw in his hallucinations wasn’t her concern. She wouldn’t let his dying words burrow into her heart. She had no pity for him. No mercy.
    And yet, her thoughts drifted back to Aelix. To their argument earlier that evening.
    “You can’t do this,” he had said, pacing furiously as she sat silently on the wagon steps. “I won’t let you. We can leave him behind, Astrid. There’s always another way.”
    “No, there isn’t,” she’d replied, her voice colder than she’d meant. “He doesn’t let go, Aelix. He never will. You didn’t see him. You didn’t hear what he said.”
    Aelix had stopped, his face pained, his voice softer now. “I know he’s a monster. But murder, Astrid? You’ll lose something of yourself.”
    Her laugh had been hollow, bitter. “I already have.”
    Now, watching Roland gasp for breath, she felt the faintest trace of resentment curl inside her. Aelix had been taking care of Roland, oblivious to the poison she’d been slipping into his meals. He thought he could save the man who had nearly destroyed them both. He hadn’t noticed the way Roland’s hands lingered, or the way his eyes had darkened with possessive intent. He didn’t understand.
    But Astrid did.
    And in the vast, unforgiving wilds of Sela, she felt a terrible realization settle over her: she was alone in this. Even with Aelix beside her, she bore this weight alone.
    Roland mumbled again, his voice faint and rasping. He lay curled on the ground now, shivering against the cold. He wasn’t dead yet, but the end was coming. Astrid let out a long, slow breath, her gaze shifting upward to the stars.
    They gleamed, cold and distant, so far removed from the pain and ugliness below. She envied their freedom, their unreachable light. She had no regret for what she’d done. But she knew, when this was over, she would never be the same.
    And maybe that was the price of freedom.

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    The barge creaked underfoot, the rhythmic slap of waves against the hull creating a lulling counterpoint to the cries of distant gulls. Astrid crouched beside Fellomina, running her hands over the mare’s flank with a practiced touch. Fellomina stood firm as always, ears flicking at the occasional creak or call but otherwise as unshakable as the tide itself.
    “You’re an old salt, aren’t you, girl?” Astrid murmured, her voice carrying a lilting, teasing edge. “More seaworthy than half the sailors I’ve met.” She pressed her cheek lightly to the horse’s side before leaning back and pausing.
    Her fingers brushed over a subtle swell in Fellomina’s belly. Astrid’s eyes narrowed with curiosity, and then her lips curved into a sly smile.
    “Well, now,” she said, cocking an eyebrow. “Unless you’ve been raiding the biscuit barrel behind my back, it looks like someone’s been entertaining gentlemen callers. Should I be expecting a little Fellominette?” She leaned in conspiratorially, stage-whispering to the mare. “Was it that chestnut in Faerland? I always said he had shifty eyes.”
    Fellomina swished her tail dismissively.
    Astrid straightened, brushing her hands against her coat as her eyes flicked toward Aelix. He was leaning against the railing, his shoulders tight, his jaw clenched as he stared at the endless expanse of sea.
    She tilted her head, her humor fading as concern seeped into her voice. “What’s the matter, big ox? Fall in and get nipped by a fish? You’ve been in a mood since we set foot on this floating driftwood.”
    Aelix didn’t respond, his gaze fixed on the horizon.
    Astrid sighed, sauntering over to him with deliberate ease. “You’re shouldering so much I’m afraid the ship’s gonna list to one side. Come on, spit it out. What’s got you tangled up?”
    For a moment, he stayed silent, his knuckles whitening as he gripped the railing. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and strained. “It’s my father.”
    Astrid’s chest tightened, but she kept her expression light. She leaned on the railing beside him, quirking an eyebrow. “Well, that’ll sour a mood quicker than spoiled milk. What about him?”
    He turned to her suddenly, his dark eyes sharp and searching. “I’ve been thinking about his death. About how fast it happened. How strange it all was.”
    Her heart thudded, but she tilted her head, her expression genuinely curious. “What are you saying?”
    He hesitated, his voice trembling as he continued. “Astrid, tell me the truth. Did you… did you have anything to do with it?”
    Astrid’s stomach twisted painfully, but she let her breath hitch like he’d slapped her. She stepped back, her hand fluttering to her chest as if she were truly wounded. “You think I’d do that?” Her voice cracked, and she dropped her gaze for effect, shaking her head slowly. “Yes, I wanted him gone, Aelix, but go behind your back? Poison him?” Her voice softened, filled with a raw edge of vulnerability. “I would *never*.”
    Aelix faltered, the sharpness in his expression fading. “I didn’t want to believe it,” he admitted, his voice hoarse. “But I—he was so cruel to you. And I’ve seen how strong you are… how far you’d go to protect us.”
    Astrid took a shaky breath, letting a flicker of guilt shadow her features as she lied. “I hated him for what he was, for what he did… but I wouldn’t have done it alone. I wouldn’t have lied to you.” The words burned like acid, but she said them anyway, holding his gaze with trembling resolve.
    He exhaled, a shuddering breath that felt like a release. His grip on the railing slackened, and he turned toward her, misty-eyed. “I’m sorry, Astrid. I should never have doubted you.”
    She placed a hand gently on his arm, her touch steady despite the turmoil in her chest. “It’s alright,” she said softly, her voice laced with reassurance. “We’ve been through a lot. I understand why you’d wonder.” Her lips curved into a faint, teasing smile as she added, “But if I was gonna do it, don’t you think I’d have done something a little more dramatic? Maybe a runaway wagon or a very angry bear?”
    Aelix chuckled despite himself, a small, weary laugh that barely reached his eyes. “You make jokes at the shittiest times.”
    Astrid smiled back, her expression warm but bittersweet. “It’s a gift,” she said lightly.
    But as he turned back to the sea, apologizing again under his breath, the guilt in her chest bled into something sharper. She felt her resentment flicker—a dark, bitter ember that burned hotter with every kind word, every trusting glance. She’d done this for them, for their freedom. And yet, there he was, brooding over a man who’d been ruining her life.
    Astrid glanced back toward Fellomina, the mare standing serene and unbothered in the center of the deck. The sea stretched vast and endless around them, the salty wind tugging at her hair. She tightened her grip on the railing, her jaw clenching.
    You’ll be alright, Astrid, she thought bitterly, her gaze hardening. Sure you will. That’s your curse, isn’t it? The girl who finds everything, except the peace she deserves.

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    The sun hung low in the small, bustling harbor on Sunsalk Lake, gold light glinting off the bleached canvas of merchant stalls. Astrid stood at the edge of a horse stall that looked out into the street, leaning against Fellomina as the heavily pregnant mare nibbled on a bag of feed. Her chest still ached, and she was still drying from the latest narrow escape she’d made from the ocean, retrieving that urn. But the real weight on her chest was Aelix’s distance.
    He’d spent the entire morning pacing, checking their ledgers, and raving about their deal with Lord Fenrick—a Quenyese noble whose influence could make or break them in this region. Since they were stuck until after Fellomina had her foal, they had to make their time as lucrative as they could.
    Fellomina nudged Astrid’s shoulder, her soft breath warm against her neck. “You’re the only one who actually checks in on me,” Astrid murmured, scratching under the mare’s chin.
    The stall to the stall slid open, and Aelix stepped in, his boots scuffing against the sawdust. His face was a mix of excitement and agitation, but when his gaze landed on Astrid, it softened briefly. “Good, you’re awake. Lord Fenrick’s man will be here within the hour. We need to talk strategy in presenting this thing. What’s going to be the angle, little fox?”
    Astrid raised an eyebrow, her hand pausing mid-scratch. “Strategy? I just got back from nearly dying to get the relic for this, and you’ve already sold it? That was never in the deal.”
    “This is the biggest opportunity we’ve ever had.”
    She stepped around Fellomina. “Right. I’ll just ignore the part where I’m the one who inhaled the ocean with that thing gripped under my arm. No big deal.”
    “You’re the best surviving,” he said, too quickly and without looking at her. “But now it’s time to close, and I’ve got it handled.”
    Astrid’s sharp eyes caught something in his tone—something dismissive. “Handled how?”
    Aelix rubbed the back of his neck, his gaze shifting toward the door as if expecting someone. “Look, I’ve been corresponding with Fenrick’s man. They know I’m the one managing this, and they’re comfortable dealing with me.”
    She narrowed her eyes. “You mean you’ve been cutting me out?”
    “It’s not cutting you out. It’s practical.” He finally turned to face her. “Astrid, you’re unwell. You nearly drowned. Let me take care of this for once.”
    Her jaw tightened. “And what happens when they start thinking I’m just some lackey in your shadow? That’s what this is about, isn’t it? You like being the face of the operation because it makes you feel important.”
    Aelix bristled. “That’s not fair. I’ve been the one holding things together while you—” He cut himself off, but the implication was clear.
    “While I what?” Astrid demanded, stepping closer.
    “While you risk everything for every little find and then behave like a lunatic to sell it!” His voice was raw with frustration. “This is a business, Astrid, not some fucking side-show performing for pennies.”
    The words hit harder than they should have. Astrid took a shaky breath, her eyes searching his face. “Is that how you really see me?”
    He groaned, raking a hand through his hair. “Astrid, don’t do this now. I’m just saying we each have our roles. You’re brilliant at finding things, at handling the tricky parts, and wooing the populace. That’s why I fell for you—the deals you close, the way you see value where no one else does. But this deal needs me.”
    Something cold settled in her chest. “So that’s it,” she said quietly. “That’s why you fell for me?”
    “That’s not what I meant.” But his voice lacked conviction. Before she could respond, Aelix glanced at the stall door and back at her. “Nevermind. Just stay here. I’ll handle this by myself.”
    She watched him leave, the door sliding shut behind him, her heart sinking like a stone. She felt Fellomina nudge her again, but this time the gesture didn’t bring any comfort. She bade the mare goodnight, and she headed into the old inn and dragged herself up the stairs until she could shut herself in their little room.
    Once the door closed, she paused, scanning the room. What work had he been doing while she’d been away? Her lips thinned as she paced over to the desk, scanning the papers he’d left behind. Nothing of consequence, basic back and forth between him and the nobleman.
    There was something, somewhere, that would condemn him. She started to search the room, through his things, the drawers. He was cutting her out, and she needed it confirmed.
    And there, in the dead fireplace, a half-burned paper with script. He often burned so many drafts of letters, always frustrated at the mistakes his unsteady hands made.
    Her stomach twisted as she read the words that were intact:
    Lord Fenrick,
    I trust this letter finds you in good health. I’m pleased….rangement proceeds smoothly, as expected. I….another rare find through Astrid’s usual resourceful methods. Her knack….rarities remains unparalleled, tho…ar your concerns. I….shine best in the field and less so in negotiation or strategy.
    Astrid has a flair…tacle and charm that serves us well wh….c. Her ability to captivate is remarkable….serious business, she’s prone to whimsy over practicality. Managing her has required some care, but rest assured….what she does best.
    Once this deal is fina…ain discreet and compliant….urther capitalize on her unique skills. Together, we’ll.…rom her contributions while avoiding any complications from her... impulsive tendencies.
    Regards….

    The letter felt heavy in her hands. The words echoed in her mind: "Prone to whimsy." "Less so in negotiation." "Managing her." The paper crinkled as the betrayal sank in. Her chest ached, not from the salt water, but from the sharp realization stabbing at her: Aelix might only love what she could do for him, and not her at all.
    She dropped the letter back on the desk and sank into the nearest chair, her thoughts a storm. Growing up in the ugliest side of Sela taught her how to survive, to fight for what was hers, to endure wounds, but this stung.
    Clenching her fists, she forced herself to breathe. “You know what to do,” she muttered under her breath, her voice shaking. “You always do.”

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    The nobleman’s office exuded wealth and quiet authority over this slice of the Sunsalt. Every detail spoke of his position, from the heavy velvet curtains framing a view of the busy harbor to the polished walnut desk, laden with quills, inkpots, and a single golden seal. Lord Fenrick sat behind it, an older, stout man with sharp, calculating eyes and an air of self-assured control.
    Across from him, Astrid reclined in a chair as if it were a throne, her fingers idly twisting a stray lock of red hair. Her gold eyes danced with amusement as she held his gaze, her charm disarming even someone as shrewd as Fenrick.
    “This is highly unorthodox,” Fenrick remarked, though his lips twitched with the hint of a smile. “Approaching me directly, bypassing your... partner.”
    Astrid shrugged, unrepentant. “Business doesn’t wait for proper channels, my lord. I had to make sure my partner didn't sell anything short.”
    Fenrick’s smile deepened as he picked up the document in front of him. “You’ve presented a compelling deal. More ambitious than what your partner originally proposed.”
    Astrid leaned forward, resting her elbows on the armrests and lacing her fingers together. “Ambition wins wars, doesn’t it?”
    Fenrick chuckled, reaching for his seal. “You’re certainly ruthless, Miss Liefe. Very well. You have yourself a deal.”
    The soft thunk of the seal imprinting wax filled the room, and Astrid’s smile widened. “You won’t regret it,” she said, standing and smoothing the front of her coat. “This is the start of something mutually rewarding.”
    Before Fenrick could respond, the door creaked open, and a figure stepped inside. Astrid didn’t need to turn to know who it was. The heavy tread and sharp intake of breath told her everything.
    “Ah, Mr. R’stauvawych,” Fenrick greeted with polite surprise. “You’ve arrived just in time.”
    Aelix froze briefly in the doorway, his gaze flickering between Astrid and the nobleman. His face, pale and drawn, betrayed the storm of emotions he was struggling to contain. “Lord Fenrick,” he managed after a moment, his voice tight. “I wasn’t aware the meeting had begun.”
    “It didn’t,” Astrid said chipped, turning to face him with a grin. “It ended. Successfully, I might add.”
    His jaw tightened, but he forced a smile. “I see.”
    “She negotiated terms far beyond what I expected,” Fenrick said, clearly unaware of the undercurrent between them. “Your partner is quite the asset.”
    “I know,” Aelix said, his voice strained.
    Astrid picked up her bag and turned to Fenrick, her demeanor as light and charming as ever. “Thank you for your time, my lord. I’ll let you handle the finer details with your clerks.”
    Fenrick nodded. “A pleasure doing business with you.”
    She sauntered past Aelix without a glance, her steps deliberate and unhurried. Outside, the arid sea air greeted her, but its sweetness did little to dampen the bitter anger she felt radiating from Aelix as he followed her out.    The tension followed them all the way back to the inn, where Astrid shrugged off her coat and plopped onto the bed, sprawling like a satisfied cat. Aelix closed the door carefully, his hands lingering on the latch.
    “You went behind my back,” he said, his voice quiet but weighted.
    “I went ahead of your back,” she corrected, propping herself up on her elbows. “And look where it got us. Fenrick is already reaching out to the merchant’s guild to cut his ties with them. We won.”
    “You won,” he said, stepping closer, his calm cracking. “Not us. That deal was mine to make.”
    She tilted her head, feigning confusion. “I thought we were partners. What’s yours is mine, isn’t that how it works?”
    “Don’t play coy with me, Astrid,” he said, his voice sharp now. “You know what you did.”
    She sat up fully, her tone still light but her eyes glinting. “I closed the deal, Aelix. Isn’t that what matters? Or are you upset because you didn’t get to bask in Fenrick’s approval?”
    He flinched, but pressed on. “I thought you were better than this. Better than selling yourself out to some nobleman.”
    That struck a nerve. Her smile faltered, but she recovered quickly, leaning back with an exaggerated gasp. “Selling myself out? What does that even mean? I didn’t crawl under his desk, if that’s what you’re implying.”
    “You know what I mean,” he snapped, his voice rising. “I thought I saved you from a life you didn’t want. From people like him. And now, you’re running back to it like it’s who you really are.”
    Astrid’s grin faded entirely, replaced by a steely glare. “You saved me?” she repeated, her voice soft but laced with venom. “Let’s be clear, Aelix. You didn’t save me from anything. I’ve always taken care of myself, and if I’ve ever been ‘saved,’ it wasn’t by you.”
    “I thought I knew you,” he said, his voice breaking slightly. “But maybe I was wrong.”
    “Maybe you were,” she shot back. “But don’t you dare stand there and act like you’re some hero who pulled me out of the muck. Maybe it was your hand I grabbed when I was desperate, but I stopped owing you for that a long fucking time ago I’m the one who’s kept this wagon moving, who’s put food on the table, and who just secured the deal of a lifetime. You’re angry because you didn’t get to play savior.”
    He stared at her, his anger softening into something more gentle. “You know I think you’re strong, little fox. I just want to make life better for you.”
    Her expression softened for a moment, guilt flickering in her chest. But she remembered the letter and pushed it aside, standing and grabbing her coat. “If you can’t handle the fact that I’m better at this with my ‘side-show act’ than you, that’s not my problem.”
    “Where are you going?” he asked, sounding tired.
    “To check on Fellomina,” she said, pulling the door open. She glanced back at him, her voice softer now. “We’ll talk later.”
    She left before he could respond, the door clicking shut behind her. The balmy air had cooled, soothing the heat of the argument. As she made her way to the stables, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt—but it was quickly drowned out by a swell of satisfaction. Whatever Aelix thought, she’d done what was best for both of them because she was what was best for the both of them.

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ASTRID STARFETCHER

But now I'm a king, now I'm a titan
'Cause I'm a hustler, yeah I'm a hustler

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