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William Reinfleche was many, many things. The once-noble son of the Reinfleche family. The self-styled guardian of the Faron Woods. The former husband of Ilyana Reinfleche. He was a warrior, a hero, a lech, an adulterer, a liar, and a traitor. But what was he now? Now, he was a general of order. A man of the law. A husband to another. He was Verrater, and he knew not why he had done much of what he did.

He rode home tiredly, trying his very best not to think on the losses he had suffered today. Those damned rebels were always one step ahead of him. He wished it would end, wished things could be simpler. He wished, above all, for a simpler time. His thoughts drifted to his old love. Ilyana had been perfect for him. She had always loved him, cared for him, done her very best for him. And he had betrayed her, in what he could only describe as a fit of childish passion, with a girl who had scarcely entered into womanhood, a girl he had barely known. It was his own fault. It had always been his own fault. He shook his head, trying his best to think of other things. To his wife, to the very girl he had turned to. To Rosaline.

He thought about the curve of her hips, the faintest smile on her face whenever he looked to her, to her hair and to her eyes, that piercing emerald that had always entranced him, even that first time he... No, he could not think of those times. He refocused yet again. He thought about her, about their life together now, about the present and about all the things they had done together. They were two of the generals of Oberste. They were to be feared, respected, and they were always a pair. Nothing could or would separate them. Not weakness, not combat, not anything. He had failed the first woman he loved, torn her heart asunder. He would not allow any harm to be brought to Rosaline. Not by himself, not by their foes, not by anything.

Glancing upward, he realized he should have been paying attention. He could have died with his mind so focused on trivialities- No, she was not a triviality. But even so, now was not the time for such thoughts. He focused, and sensed the faintest hint of a presence he knew all too well. One he all at once longed for and dreaded. One he both hated and loved. It had led him to destroy all he had known and loved, and it had comforted him in the aftermath. He surveyed his surroundings, and called out, "Zweite. Are you around?"

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William Reinfleche was many, many things. The once-noble son of the Reinfleche family. The self-styled guardian of the Faron Woods. The former husband of Ilyana Reinfleche. He was a warrior, a hero, a lech, an adulterer, a liar, and a traitor. But what was he now? Now, he was a general of order. A man of the law. A husband to another. He was Verrater, and he knew not why he had done much of what he did.

He rode home tiredly, trying his very best not to think on the losses he had suffered today. Those damned rebels were always one step ahead of him. He wished it would end, wished things could be simpler. He wished, above all, for a simpler time. His thoughts drifted to his old love. Ilyana had been perfect for him. She had always loved him, cared for him, done her very best for him. And he had betrayed her, in what he could only describe as a fit of childish passion, with a girl who had scarcely entered into womanhood, a girl he had barely known. It was his own fault. It had always been his own fault. He shook his head, trying his best to think of other things. To his wife, to the very girl he had turned to. To Rosaline.

He thought about the curve of her hips, the faintest smile on her face whenever he looked to her, to her hair and to her eyes, that piercing emerald that had always entranced him, even that first time he... No, he could not think of those times. He refocused yet again. He thought about her, about their life together now, about the present and about all the things they had done together. They were two of the generals of Oberste. They were to be feared, respected, and they were always a pair. Nothing could or would separate them. Not weakness, not combat, not anything. He had failed the first woman he loved, torn her heart asunder. He would not allow any harm to be brought to Rosaline. Not by himself, not by their foes, not by anything.

Glancing upward, he realized he should have been paying attention. He could have died with his mind so focused on trivialities- No, she was not a triviality. But even so, now was not the time for such thoughts. He focused, and sensed the faintest hint of a presence he knew all too well. One he all at once longed for and dreaded. One he both hated and loved. It had led him to destroy all he had known and loved, and it had comforted him in the aftermath. He surveyed his surroundings, and called out, "Zweite. Are you around?"