Raven's Soul. Volume 1
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"Ah, yes," Sylvia recalled with a sneer. – After all, he is a usurper, and is feared like the devil himself!"
All along the way Sylvia had been humiliated and ridiculed many times, and yet before the war and the fall of her kingdom she had met with only raptures for her intelligence and delicacy. How many of Flammehav's inhabitants had fallen at the hands of men, how many times she had cringed, how many tears she had shed, but it seemed that these barbarians were not enough. They took away her home, her parents and forced her to agree to marry a usurper, a savage and a libertine, is that not enough? How much agony lies ahead of her? Will she be able to overcome all the difficulties and hardships? If only her parents were near and could give advice and support, but alas, Varma cared only about her appearance, and Lamar was grief-stricken, humiliated and, at the departure of his daughter to a foreign land, did not even come out of his chambers to say goodbye. Sylvia was left all alone, and she would have to solve problems on her own. That was the conclusion she had drawn when she left R?vann.
When the army finally left the devastated lands of Flammehav, Sylvia looked out the window with interest to see the nature and architecture of the kingdom she would soon rule, and the contrast of the calm colors, the modest stone houses, the clouds of diverse livestock grazing on the peasant lands, the friendly faces of the people shouting with joy as they welcomed home the victors, struck her. How different Kaldwind and its culture was from the one in which she had grown up! From birth, Sylvia had been surrounded by licentiousness, lust, and vulgarity, and she had to admit it to herself. Yes, she had never found interest and amusement in the endless love affairs so common in her father's palace. She had never had an affair with any demon or lain down with any man. And yet the girl was unwittingly beginning to understand why humans despised demons so much.
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