#(context) chapter viii - part iii: of hearts‚ words‚ and deeds

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Avlora: ...Yes‚ Your Grace.

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Benedict: Anna‚ does anyone else know of Prince Roland's whereabouts?

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Narrator: Three armies clash‚ their battle cries ringing across blood-soaked fields. When the chaos subsides‚ the gallant figure of Exharme Marcial stands victorious. General Avlora sees the tide turning against her‚ and retreats before it swallows her whole. The bitter taste of defeat is unfamiliar to her tongue.

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Roland: Cordelia seems to have accepted her fate‚ but I refuse to. I mean to stop this wedding. And I need your help. We must put an end to Aesfrost's machinations once and for all. Together. Can I count on you?

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Avlora: The failure was mine‚ Your Grace.

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Avlora: ...Yes‚ Your Grace.

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Erika: I suppose even zealots can be coaxed from their pulpits. General Avlora reported the use of a weapon which caused an explosion of purple smoke throughout the battlefield.