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Emotions swirl within the traitorous prince. Regret. Anger. Pain. But he pushes them down as best he can. The past is done, there can be no changing it.
He rides at the head of the rebel army, next to Rade. They've begun a week-long march up north to meet with the rest of the rebel forces. Once reconsolidated, they will head back south in an attempt to catch up with the loyalist army.
The seasoned revolutionary barely speaks with Vedran as they ride.
He's angry, Vedran thinks. And he doesn't blame the man.
Vedran knows he messed up. Badly.
He was supposed to usurp the Marshal before the battle. Even in the event of his failure, it would hopefully delay the Marshal enough to allow Rade to meet up with Nado, or cause enough chaos to allow the rebel army to smash the loyalists.
Vedran was scared. Hesitation and second thoughts weighed heavy on his mind.
And it cost him. It cost the entire revolution.
When is Rade gonna kill me? Vedran thinks. And can I even stop it?
Vedran hangs his head low.
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