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She looked around at the light, squinting in the brightness. The regality of the palace seemed to disturb her and she looked down at her bare...
She looked over at him, her brow furrowing. "My injuries... I suppose," she said nervously. * * * He laughed embarrassedly. "Thank you,...
She took his arm, looking around nervously. "I'm not going to complain. Can we leave?" * * * He sighed, straightening his vest. "Right then....
She stumbled out, clearly bewildered. "They caught me dancing on the other end of the market," she stammered, her hands trembling. "How... I......
She was standing there, looking terrified. Her eyes were wide and her hands were clutching the bars. Her golden hair looked dull in the gloom and...
That silence was absolute until a small scuffling at the end of the row interrupted it. Hands - pale, trembling ones - reached out and clutched...
The keys were hanging in the empty warden's office. He would be able to find them quite easily, moving through the cages. * * * A few weeks...
The dungeons smelled bad. That would be the first thing that Ezekiel would notice. It smelled like rot and stale urine and forgotten lives. The...
Through whispers on the street, he would learn that she was arrested a day after they had last seen each other. She had been gone about a week....
Over the next week or so, he would notice that a new Gypsy had taken Clara’s place; she had disappeared. *** He looked down at her, sighing....
(Zoop?) *** “You just saw the height of our interaction, Wren. He doesn’t listen to me.”
She gave him almost a playful smile before going deeper into the market, leaving him alone. *** “You may abandon the formalities, Wren,” he said...
She looked up at him thoughtfully. “If you say so. It was good to speak to you,” she said, hesitating before continuing, “Ezekiel.” *** He...
She frowned, pursing her lips. "That seems flawed. I don't mean to seem disdainful, of course, but you might imagine that he'd want you to...
She blinked, looking confused. "You're not? Why?" * * * He glowered before turning on his heel, storming away. "Come on, Wren."
She glanced over at him thoughtfully. "Yes, perhaps... Do they know that you left?" * * * "This is nonnegotiable, Charlie," the father said...
This made her frown deepen. "You are royalty, sire. It is your title." * * * "See?! And she knows me better than anyone!"
She seemed concerned by this, looking over her shoulder at the castle. "I'm... if you'd like me to, sir, I will." * * * Charlie looked...
"What if we ran into someone with more authority than you? I don't mean to seem ungrateful," she said, twisting her hair almost nervously. "But I...
She laughed lightly, but it sounded a little sad. "I would be arrested if they found me, sir." * * * Charlie frowned, tilting his head. "Yeah,...
