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Sorcha's Circle by k4writer02 for silksieve
Fandoms: Sevenwaters Trilogy - Juliet Marillier
20 Dec 2012
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“You have a circle that you draw tight around you; John, Ben, these feral brothers of yours. Simon is as fiercely protective as the rest of them, and yet he has little cause to love your kind. But once you touch us, our hearts are no longer our own.” This story recounts how Lord Hugh of Harrowfield became Iubdan of Sevenwaters, through interactions with seven men who love his wife. (Sorcha/Red) Spoilers for Son of the Shadows
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Published: 2012-12-20
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“You have a circle that you draw tight around you; John, Ben, these feral brothers of yours. Simon is as fiercely protective as the rest of them, and yet he has little cause to love your kind. But once you touch us, our hearts are no longer our own.” This story recounts how Lord Hugh of Harrowfield became Iubdan of Sevenwaters, through interactions with seven men who love his wife. (Sorcha/Red) Spoilers for Son of the Shadows
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I’m soooooo 😭😭😭😭 this is so perfectly bittersweet
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Sorcha's Circle by k4writer02
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He is no longer a lord, no longer “of Harrowfield,” and the men who christened him Red are dead and gone. He does not know what name to call himself, so he settles for Hugh, although it doesn’t quite satisfy. He wonders if his Jenny (Sorcha, the brothers called her) felt adrift without her true name. He does not speak her name to the sailors who ferry him across the sea, but she is in every thought, every breath, every wave and seabird’s cry. So he sails from one shore into a great unknown, pausing only to rest on Little Island, feeling oddly that he will not see this place again, whatsoever welcome awaits him in Erin.
He travels quiet and quick across the country, recognizing certain dangers from his last journey with John and Ben, avoiding other traps described by his brother. The trees, bare of leaves as they are, rustle a greeting. The lake laps against the shore in welcome, and the breeze sighs “at last,” and the earth itself makes the path easy for his feet to follow.
He presents himself to the men guarding the settlement, and is docile as they bind his arms and cover his eyes. Once more, the path welcomes him—no stones trip him, nor branches scratch him, although his captors curse more than once at new turns to the path.