When Svetya stepped out of Korovyat Palace, bloodied hands bearing a warrior’s crown, Kosul held its breath.
Her father had opened the country’s borders, welcoming traders and new beliefs. Yushkov had shut that down by force; Kosul was stronger alone. Many agreed with him. Svetya had seen—and survived—many things to prove him wrong.
So as Svetya took the throne of her father, and his mother before him, the people of Kosul waited, a single question on their lips: What kind of Orene was she?
Would Kosul’s future be free from the scars of its past?
赛维塔走出科罗维亚宫,举起勇士的王冠的双手沾满鲜血.此时整个姑苏都在摒住呼吸.
她的父亲曾经开放国界,迎接来自各方的贸易者和新的信仰.而约什科夫通过武力将关闭了它们;姑苏独自发展会更加强大.许多人认可他.但赛维塔她见证过——并从中存活下来——的众多事件都证明了他是错的.
所以当赛维塔夺回他父母的王座时,姑苏的人们都在等待一个他们最关心的问题的答案:"她会是一个怎样的女王?"
姑苏会从过去的伤痕中重新恢复自由吗?

As the tall doors thudded shut behind the emissary, Eilyn cursed. “I told you we should have helped the girl.”
“It wasn’t our fight,” Kaleb said, a note of warning in his voice.
“It was a bad situation, but we were in no position help,” Vara added, nodding. “Win or lose, it would have torn Argenport apart.”
“But she was right.” Eilyn said flatly. “About all of it. The treaty was valid; we had made a promise, our people to hers. And when we were called to honor that promise, we didn’t.”
“I don’t kno—” Kaleb began.
none
“We could have saved lives!” Eilyn cried, wheeling on him. The air around her crackled. Before Kaleb could speak, Vara cut in,
“And if she lost?”
Eilyn turned to face her, eyes blazing, but Vara pressed on. “You’re right, mother. Of course you’re right. But a man like Yushkov is also petty, vengeful. If Svetya had failed, if Yushkov had held Kosul, and seen Argenport troops at the side of an attempted coup… would we have been next? Would you command the Crownwatch to bar the gates again, tell the people to endure another war? How much should we risk to save a frozen country far from here?”
Eilyn glowered, “I should have struck him down where he stood!”
Vara shook her head. “You can’t solve every problem like a warrior. You can’t challenge the whole world to a duel.”
“Hey!” Kaleb cried.
Eilyn growled, biting back a reply, and stormed out of the room. As she left, she said, “We must live with this decision. I hope for Argenport's sake that it was correct.”
当大使走后,大门重重关上,艾琳咒骂了一句:"我告诉过你我们应该帮助那个女孩的."
"这不是我们的战斗,"卡莱布带着警告的声调回应她
"她们的情况确实很糟,但我们也无暇自顾,"瓦拉点点头补充道."无论她们是输是赢,帮助她们只会使阿根河港越陷越深."
"但她是对的."艾琳沉重的说着."毕竟条约是有效的;我们对我们的和她们的人民做出了承诺,但当我们需要履行的时候,却没有做到."
"我不知——"卡莱布刚刚开口
"我们本可以拯救她们"艾琳悲哀的声音徘徊在他的脑海中.空气在她布有皱纹的脸庞流过.在卡莱布还不知道该怎么回复之时,瓦拉又插过话来.
"那如果她输了呢?"
艾琳转头看向她,眼睛中充满愤怒,但瓦拉却继续逼问."您当然是对的,我的妈妈.但约什科夫这样的人既刻薄又报复心重.一旦赛维塔失败了,约什科夫掌控了整个姑苏,看到阿根河港的部队正疲于对抗反抗军...您认为会发生什么?难道让皇家守卫?再次关上大门,告诉人民我们将面对另一场战争?冒如此大的风险去拯救一个离我们尚远的冰雪之城是否值得?"
艾琳瞪着她."我们仍应该帮忙推翻他的统治!"
瓦拉摇了摇头."您没办法用战士的方法去解决每一个问题.您也不能孤注一掷的下决定."
"嘿!"卡莱布喊道.
艾琳伴随着一阵狂风,愤怒的离开了,只留下一句话作为了回答.
"我们必须遵守诺言,即使阿根河港沦陷了,我们仍应该去做正确的事."

Every harsh winter has a quiet spring.
It was something their mother had said, when she and Markōs had acted out as children. They had been the twin terrors of the palace grounds. But, she recalled, their mother rarely got mad at them, and even when she did, she never stayed mad. Even the roughest storms must pass, and there would be a time for kindness.
She didn’t know if she believed it, but she held onto the memory.
In the thin, pre-dawn light, she rose and packed her bags. Everyone else had left the old, abandoned estate, either to return to their homes and families, or abroad, fleeing recent memories. This place was my home, or what passed for it, she thought as she broke open the last barrels of lantern oil and soaked the dusty, rubble-strewn rooms. I suppose I have a family too… I spent so long thinking I was alone. But would they welcome a murderer to their side? Would she be comfortable in that life again?
No, she decided, and lit a match.
Kosul had changed, even in the few weeks since the coronation. The air was no longer heavy with smoke or tension. People spoke freely to one another in the market once again. Many who supported the Usurper, who looked the other way as he had run rampant, still walked freely, as citizens. There’s little I can do, now. The thought made her burn with fury.
The country was quieter, as people returned to their farms and their shops. They were ready to return to order, to normalcy. To their lives. And what is normal for me? She considered. The answer hurt. She had been forged in Yushkov’s Kosul, a place built on blood and strength and guile. Maybe I’m still there, she thought as she cleaned her rifle, running a cloth along the pitted, scarred barrel.
Kosul needed healers and politicians. Not blood-drenched fighters.
It was still early when she turned her back on the ashes and faced the sunrise. Kosul was healing, or at least changing.
She hoped she could do the same.
"每一个残酷的冬天都会迎来一个详和的春天."
正如同她的母亲说过的,当她和马库斯(?)还是孩童的时候.她们就是王宫里的小恶魔.但在她的回忆里,她们的母亲几乎就没有对她们生气过.即使有时生气了,也不会持续很久.哪怕是最凛冽的狂风也会过去,之后便是一段安宁祥和的好时光.
她不知道自己是否同意这句话,但她深深记得它.
在微弱昏暗的灯光下,她起身收拾好行李.所有人都离开了这座被废弃了的老庄园,有些人回到了自己的家庭,有些人远走他乡,试图忘记这段记忆."但这里是我的家,至少曾经是的,"她这样想着,打开了最后一桶灯油,浇到这个号充满灰尘的阴暗的小屋.我也想有个家...我认为我已经独自一个人太久了.但他们会欢迎一个凶手在他们身边吗?她会对那样的日子感到满意吗?
不,她下定决心,然后点亮了火柴.
姑苏已经改变,即使加冕礼只过去了短短数周.但这里的空气已经不再充满战火和紧张.人们再一次可以和其他人在市场自由地交流.然而仍然有一些支持篡位者的人,对这些改变熟视无睹,仍然可以像一般市民一样猖獗的自由行走.现在的我对此无能为力,但愤怒却在她的心头燃烧.
历史在向前行走在.
城市在回归平静,人们回到了他们的农场和商铺,开始像往常一样接收订单.他们回到了他们的生活,但什么是我正常的生活呢?她思考这个问题,而答案很是伤人.她已经忘掉那个在约什科夫统治下的姑苏,那个建立在鲜血和暴力以及阴谋之上的城市.或许我还没有离开那里,她这样想着,拿起那块满是补丁,伤痕累累的布块,擦干净她的小刀,
姑苏需要一个治疗者和一个政治家,而不是一个沾满鲜血的战士.
当她转身背对灰烬面向朝阳时,这一切才刚刚开始.姑苏还在恢复中,至少还在改变.
她希望她能做到.

不需要翻前面的章节了，你翻下贴吧的第三页有剧情贴，最新是翻到第26章
然后第三楼被吃了

补一个3楼的内容..不知道是不是这一段被吞了(因为我这边没有显示)