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ANWEN'S POVWhen I woke the next morning, I immediately sensed their presence in my chambers.I opened my eyes, and there they were.Fenric sat beside me on the bed. Brammon occupied a nearby chair. Rhydan stood by the window, his arms folded across his broad chest.For one terrifying moment, panic seized me.I braced myself for another punishment. Another lecture reminding me I'd broken the rules.But their faces weren't hard. Their postures weren't tense. Their voices weren't sharp.If anything, they looked... tender. Suspiciously so.They behaved as though yesterday's nightmare had been neatly folded away and tucked out of sight.Only my body remembered. The welts across my bottom, the soreness, the dull ache deep in my bones—those lingered like quiet echoes.I groaned, and Fenric's hand was immediately over mine."You're awake," he said, offering me an easy smile that looked almost relieved.Brammon leaned forward, his gaze sweeping over me. "Are you hurting anywhere?"I looked at

ANWEN'S POVBrammon groaned in loud protest before reaching up and gently lifting my legs from his shoulders, guiding them down until my boots found the snow-dusted ground.I slipped from the swing, keeping one hand wrapped around the rope to steady my still-shaky knees. I was still catching my breath from what they'd interrupted.But the mere mention of the High King always made something cold settle beneath my ribs.Fenric and Rhydan didn't look particularly pleased either.Brammon turned toward me. "Get inside the fortress," he said firmly. Then he reached out and lifted my chin with two fingers, making me meet his eyes. "You know your way back?"I forced a small, thin smile. "Yes."He nodded. "Go on, then."I obeyed, clutching my cloak tighter around me as I walked.As I passed Fenric, his hand settled at the small of my back. He didn't say anything, only gave me a light squeeze before letting go.I glanced quickly at Rhydan. He met my gaze immediately."Straight to your chambers,