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The visions grew clearer with every passing day. Loras needed but to close his eyes and he could see them in his mind. The chessboard. The White and Black Queens. The White Bishop and his sword. They circled the Black Queen in a deadly dance until she fell to them, toppled by their united power.
His mistress gave him these visions that he might prevent them from coming true. Loras was sure of it.
He had failed her before. Had betrayed her tenets. Never again. He was Loras the Penitant, and he and his redeemed brethren would prove their worth to the Nightsinger.
She had smiled on him that day when she called away the rest of the Moth Oira. He knew then that he had been Chosen. She had given him the secret to the Orb ... and he would use it to bring her enemies to their knees.
His mistress gave him these visions that he might prevent them from coming true. Loras was sure of it.
He had failed her before. Had betrayed her tenets. Never again. He was Loras the Penitant, and he and his redeemed brethren would prove their worth to the Nightsinger.
She had smiled on him that day when she called away the rest of the Moth Oira. He knew then that he had been Chosen. She had given him the secret to the Orb ... and he would use it to bring her enemies to their knees.
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