The forces of the new Duke of Sacred Valley swiftly arrived to quell the bandits, but not before Adama had perished. Uncle Adama had been on a trade mission to the Blackflame Empire across the Desolate Wilds when his caravan was beset by the ruthless Jade Bandits. For ten years Yerin slowly overcame the loss of her parents and flourished under the tutelage of her doting uncle. Thankfully it had been fifty years since Queen Malice had lifted the archaic restrictions on the things women could learn, so Yerin took to it like a fish to water. She had been taught how to govern her estate and the family sword style. A childless bachelor, Adama, had immediately taken to Yerin and began to groom her as his heir. Apparently her father had been disowned for marrying her mother, but now that Uncle Adama was Count, he had forgiven that. Yerin, who lived on her parent’s modest estate, had not known she had come from nobility. He was her father’s uncle who had not seen him in many years. It had been two weeks since she had learned of her great uncle’s passing in the Desolate Wilds.Īdama Timaias, the late Count of Endlessord, had adopted a seven year old Yerin when her parents had passed in a horrible bloodstorm. In fact, she was glad for the precipitation as it masked the tears that streamed from her face. Her maid, Lilian Bleu, would have been scandalized as the rain caused her training attire to cling to her skin. Yerin Timaias, Countess of Endlessord, practiced her sword forms in the pouring rain.

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