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A soothing touch had long been something Lanfear ached for, but when Liandrin Guirale cups her face in both hands, wiping away tears, her breathing catches. There’s a burning rage there, hiding just under the softness of Liandrin’s eyes, the kiss that follows is sweet, tender, a promise of love and Lanfear almost sobs all over again at the gentleness of her touch.
“Liandrin…”
“Lanfear, my Chosen one.”
Liandrin murmurs the words.
“Nobody has the right to make you feel lesser. Not me, not the…. Not Moghedien, nobody.”
“Promise?”
Lanfear’s voice is small, smaller than ever and Liandrin nods, moving to settle by Lanfear’s side.
“Promise.”