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“Stop eating,” Valarr commanded next. “Pick up a sword and join us.”
Daeron bit further into the fruit, appreciating the sweetness that blessed his tongue.
“I do not enjoy fighting.”
Valarr smacked the peach off his hand with his sword in one, swift movement. Daeron didn't screech but he did flinch from the mild pain his palm suffered. Growing up with a little brother like Aerion had trained his nerves.
In which Daeron didn't think there was an even more spoiled lad with unreasonable whimsies than Aerion in this realm, but Valarr proved him wrong.