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Sorry I haven’t been around! I’m currently in Vietnam so I’ve been busy around here…but I finally got some time to write!

@anne_the_noob14 – Thank you! Lol, Racleva would hate you if she knew you felt even remotely sorry for her. 😛 And good luck on NaNo!

@steward-of-the-pen – Ooh, your world sounds so cool! I wonder where that tunnel leads…

@ariella-newheart – Glad you’re feeling better! By the way, what does Caedon’s name mean?

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Caedon was the first to come, pulling out a seat next to Racleva and putting some fruit and bread on a plate. As she scooped up some potatoes, she watched with confusion as he poured a golden syrup on the bread. Syrup and bread? What an odd combination.

“What does your name mean, Vladlena?”

She summoned all her willpower to stop a choke, and not because of the potatoes, which were perfectly salted and buttered. Trained by the emperor himself, she knew how to answer all sorts of tough questions should she be captured and questioned by the enemy. But not this one. Vladlena was just an alias, a fake name she had made up to match her fake backstory, with no meaning she was aware of.

She could lie, of course, and she probably should lie for his own safety, but something about Caedon’s sincere blue-green eyes and the wholesome food she was eating made her feel tired of lying all the time.

He had asked her the meaning of her name. She would give it. “A heart of fiery spirit.”

Racleva. A heart of fiery spirit. Ancient Lowslain.

Caedon smiled. “It suits you.”

Racleva shrugged, popping in another grape. Its divinely sweet juice filled her mouth. She could get used to such glories.

“What country are you from?”

Now, there was a question she could lie about easily. “Russia. Outskirts of St. Petersburg, to be exact.”

A brief look of confusion passed over Caedon’s face. She pretended not to notice, and asked him the same question, though she already knew what he would answer.

“Solina.” He tore off a piece of bread soaked in the strange syrup and popped it in his mouth. “Have you heard of it?”

“No.” As Racleva grabbed the drumstick, she suddenly thought of something. “Is it a large country? A monarchy, perhaps?”

His answers would help her determine if he was really from Earth, as she had suspected, or from Quilvanya.

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