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A Game of Tears — The Final Letter
Unto the Most Illustrious & Revered Senate:
Greetings in the name of the Suaven Jonan Drax.
I am called Shajar Thorne, a Baron of House Falcon.
I write this testimony in response to a request for information regarding Countess Ismene Yvarai and her brother, Count Tomas Yvarai. Although the events occurred almost a year ago to the day, the memories remain sharply clear in my mind. I regret that I am unable to deliver this report in person, but he particulars of it are still too painful for me to speak, and may remain so for quite some time.
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Game of Tears — Part 40
So tell him, my brother. Tell him everything. Tell him our whole story. Tell him how I earned the title Mistress of Poisons. Tell him I bore a bastard when he was still in swaddling. Tell him how many deaths can be laid at my feet. Tell him just how many men (and women) have come into my bed. Tell him how I murdered our parents. Tell him all that… and he will still love me. Even if you found incontrovertible proof that mine were the hands which ended his wife’s life (an act I still categorically deny), he would still love me.
You wish a token from me, to prove that I am the mistress of my own fate? Prove I am still your sister? Prove I am still Ismene Yvarai? Shajar told me his secret name long ago, the first night we were together.
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A Game of Tears — Part 39
After I begged. After I pleaded. You murdered her. And for that, I shall return the favor in kind.
Shajar will be murdered.
But it will not be my hand that pulls the knife. Oh, no. Dearest, sweetest, most delectable slut…
… it shall be yours.
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Game of Tears — Part 38
Did you really think you could deceive me again, Tomas?
You fool.
You poor, besotted fool.
I intercepted your last letter, telling Kassana where to hide from me. Yes, my dearest, best beloved brother. Once I had the letter, it was easy enough to send along one of my own. I invited Kassana to meet at our parents’ old manor. In your name, of course. Sealed with your initials.
She came. Of course she came.
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