You want to know what’s the most fun about writing Athena, rather than Marina and Annalise?
She is much less in her head. This chapter is a perfect example of that.
I haven’t spent much time in the midlands before. but I can see why so many people are drawn to it. The fields are green, and the orchards are beautiful and people, with their pink skin and auburn hair are thrilled to come out and greet their Lady.
The hills are even nice. Not the mountains and foothills like home, here they roll and split the horizon, they’re small, and comfy and coming over one to see another farm or village feels like a thrill.
Tristan is unsettled. He has been since we started moving. I never would have thought that he’d be more attached to Dovetail than I am.
“There it is,” Countess Olivia smiled as we crested a hill. A small village, surrounded by farms, headed by a large, though not as large as I would have thought manor house. “That is Pantona.” I exhaled.
“It’s beautiful,” I…
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