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peasant, dirt-smudged and simple. What in the Seven Plains was she doing out here? Look at her messy,<br />
flower-filled braids—and were there actual bits of moss scattered in her hair?<br />
Lord Mechanian dropped to one knee. “My <strong>Lady</strong> Cleandra, please forgive the confusion. I didn’t<br />
expect—”<br />
“Please, it’s fine. Rise, and I’ll take you to the castle.”<br />
Inside the castle, a man paced the battlements, sighing, studying the treetops. He’d been there since<br />
morning, and now it was mid-afternoon.<br />
Where’s Cleandra? Is she safe? He’d ensure it. He must.<br />
Treetops wavered under gallops of wind. Their heads nodded to him, great, bobbing, sentinel flowers.<br />
Below was a returning scout, a little speck of a man growing nearer as his horse pounded along the road.<br />
Without pause, Friedrich bounded down the rampart stairs.<br />
The crowd in the courtyard was a company of anticipation. He almost beat the scout to the castle gate,<br />
so great was his desire for good news, or any news…<br />
“They crossed the border not half an hour hence,” the man reported, scarce of breath. “It won’t be<br />
long now.”<br />
“And my sister?”<br />
“Your Majesty…forgive me. She doesn’t want to be found.”<br />
Friedrich nodded. He tried to swallow, but his mouth was dry. Did Cleandra know what she did to<br />
people, what it felt like to think of her out there, alone in the very wilderness that had killed their parents?<br />
Oh, he still burned inside to think of it—their bodies mangled, unrecognizable. Whatever killed them had<br />
taken more than their lives. It had taken the very image of who they were, had taken their peace and love,<br />
had even taken a bit of his sanity.<br />
He knew it was wildly ridiculous to send scouts into the woods in search of the smallest dangers. His<br />
hunters eliminated predators and petty vagrants alike until they were all but extinct. Yes, he was half mad<br />
with obsession. He knew this, as he knew in his soul that life wasn't done with him, that one day this nearmadness<br />
might save them all.<br />
Such actions went against everything Cleandra believed in. “Any idiot can kill a creature,” she told him<br />
once, “but it takes great strength to nurture life.”