Her name was Wren, and she had served my chamber since the night Kael first carried me through the castle gates, half dead and bleeding, with no idea who among these strangers I could trust. She was quiet, efficient, always careful to keep her eyes lowered when she spoke to me, and I had thought nothing of her caution beyond simple shyness.Kael summoned her that same evening, though he did it carefully, framing it as a routine matter so she would not sense the trap closing around her until it was already too late. She entered my chamber with the evening tray as always, and I watched her hands for any tremor, any sign of guilt she might be too poorly trained to hide.There was none. Whoever had recruited her had chosen well."Wren," Kael said from the shadows near the window, and the girl startled so violently the tray nearly slipped from her hands. "Sit down. I have questions for you.""My lord, I do not understand...""Sit," he said again, gentler this time but no less firm, and she
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