<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Traitor on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/traitor/</link><description>Recent content in Traitor on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/tags/traitor/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Kira 2</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/kira-2/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/kira-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="kira.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kira&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Beautiful, isn&amp;rsquo;t it?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes, Your Majesty, it is.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Darin frowned. &amp;ldquo;Your Majesty? So should I call you General?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Kira glanced toward him. &amp;ldquo;What?&amp;rdquo; She shook her head. &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m sorry, my mind wasn&amp;rsquo;t here. And yes, it is very beautiful.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The two rode together through a lightly forested area. Between the trees, wildflowers were in full bloom, filling the air with their color and scent. This ride had been Darin&amp;rsquo;s idea. Now, looking over at his companion, he wondered if even this scenery could help.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>