But that's not it, and she knows it. She moves more debris with a firmer hand now, angry at… this entire place. Angry at it for prompting him to hide. Furious at it for stealing him away for a year. (How?)
What would he gain from claiming to be a king? Even if the Summoned, or the people of Thorne, were familiar with Ravka, what would he gain other than claims of having abandoned his country at its greatest time of need? (Wouldn't she earn the same criticism?)
Rather than hide behind her need to needle him and avoid worrying about the inevitable, Zoya rises to her full height and brushes her fingers (lightly stained) against her trousers. She regards him seriously.
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But that's not it, and she knows it. She moves more debris with a firmer hand now, angry at… this entire place. Angry at it for prompting him to hide. Furious at it for stealing him away for a year. (How?)
What would he gain from claiming to be a king? Even if the Summoned, or the people of Thorne, were familiar with Ravka, what would he gain other than claims of having abandoned his country at its greatest time of need? (Wouldn't she earn the same criticism?)
Rather than hide behind her need to needle him and avoid worrying about the inevitable, Zoya rises to her full height and brushes her fingers (lightly stained) against her trousers. She regards him seriously.
"What's the plan?"