Breaking the Divide Ch. 3 (Preview)
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Kaitlyn pressed her nose up against
the glass until it hurt.
Sweet buns, little cakes, and
decorated pastries sat in neat piles inside the shop. Her mouth watered as she
stared at them, wondering if they’d taste half as good as they appeared.
“Herald,” Cassandra called, voice
sharp and strained, “The mothers will be waiting for us.”
“Along with a bunch of templars,
apparently,” Varric added under his breath.
“I still cannot believe it. I know
Lord Seeker Lucius. I can’t imagine him coming to the Chantry’s defense,
not after all that’s occurred.”
“I’m not so sure about that,”
Kaitlyn said, fighting off her pout as she finally pulled herself away from the
lure of chocolate. “I doubt he was thrilled to hear that the Inquisition had
named a mage as the Herald of Andraste.”
“Even so,” Cassandra said, “to say
that they are protecting people from us. We are the only ones trying to
close the Breach!”
Varric put a hand on Cassandra’s
arm when she her hands tightened into fists. “I think she knows that, Seeker.”
“Thank you, Varric,” Cassandra snapped.
“But you can—”
“Good people of Val Royeaux,
Kaitlyn walked around the pair of
them and into the main square where nobles and commoners from all over the city
were gathering. The woman who’d spoke was dressed in traditional Chantry robes,
her head piously covered as she preached to the mixed crowd. The woman’s worn
eyes flicked to Kaitlyn’s face and a ghost of a sneer pulled her lips. “Together
we mourn our Divine. Her naïve and beautiful heart silenced by treachery. You
wonder what will become of her murderer. Well, wonder no more. Behold—” She
threw out her arm in Kaitlyn’s direction, her sneer no longer subtle. “The
so-called Herald of Andraste. Claiming to rise where our beloved fell. We say
this is a false prophet. The Maker would send no mage in our hour of
Kaitlyn glared up at her, feeling
the chill of frost begin to build between her fingers. How dare she. How dare
she! Standing there above the rest as though she was better, preaching
about things she didn’t understand to people she cared nothing about. Any
member of the Chantry who turned their backs on those in need had no right to
wear those robes.
“Easy there,” Varric muttered at
“Do not give into anger,” Solas
said. “Do not give them more reason to denounce you.”
“I know that,” Kaitlyn growled
through clenched teeth. Tightening her fists, she clenched them until she
feared her fingers might freeze. With a haggard sigh, she released her rage,
shards of ice falling to the ground beside her feet. She stepped forward and
addressed the crowd instead.
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