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ConstanceThe hall dissolved into chaos the moment the guard finished speaking, elders rising from their seats in a wave of murmured alarm, servants scrambling toward the doors, Ferdinand's own guard captain shouting orders that got swallowed in the general noise. I stood frozen near the dais, still wearing the dress built for my own binding, watching the man who'd spent weeks systematically dismantling my life stand exposed, for one unguarded moment, as something other than untouchable."Clear the hall," Ferdinand said, and though his voice had regained most of its composure, I heard the strain still threading through it. "Elders, return to your chambers. I will address the council properly once I have full word from the border." His pale eyes swept the room, cataloguing everyone still present with the same cold precision I'd come to dread, and for one terrible second they landed on me, lingering a beat too long before moving on. "Constance. You're dismissed as well. Go rest. You've

ConstanceI found my chance two days later, in the quiet hour between the morning meal and the household's afternoon business, when Lady Miriam kept to a small private garden tucked behind the east wing, tending roses that had no business surviving so late into autumn. Julian walked me there under the pretense of an errand, then made himself scarce at the garden's edge, close enough to intervene if needed, far enough to let the conversation breathe."Lady Constance." Miriam didn't look up from the rosebush she was pruning, though something in the set of her shoulders told me she'd known I was there before I'd said a word. "I wondered how long it would take you to seek me out.""You expected me.""I expected someone would, eventually." She set down her shears and turned to face me properly, sharp eyes assessing in a way that reminded me, uncomfortably, of Ferdinand's own scrutiny, though hers carried none of his cold calculation. "You spoke true rite at your binding. Not many young wom

ConstanceNobody spoke for a long moment after Julian's warning settled into the room. The map lay open between us, the eastern road drawn in careful ink, the place where the envoys had fallen marked with a small, unremarkable cross that felt far too casual for what it represented."Then we don't take the road," William said finally.Julian shook his head. "There isn't another route to the healer's village that doesn't add three extra days of travel through territory even less friendly to strangers than this one. And three extra days is three extra days Ferdinand has to notice you're missing, my lord, and start asking exactly the questions we can't afford him asking.""So we go through danger quickly," I said, "or we go around it slowly and risk everything unraveling here while we're gone.""Those are the choices," Julian confirmed grimly.William's jaw worked, the protective instinct in him visibly warring against the same cold calculation I'd watched him apply to every other impossi

ConstanceWilliam moved first, pulling me behind him in one fluid motion, his body angling between me and the treeline where the sound had come from. Julian's blade was already out, low and ready, and Ysolde had gone utterly still beside the overturned cart, her head tilted, listening in a way that went beyond ordinary hearing."Something's there," she breathed. "Watching. It hasn't decided yet whether we're worth the risk of showing itself.""Or it's already decided," William murmured, "and it's simply waiting for the right moment."Nobody moved. The forest held its breath around us, moonlight fractured through bare branches, every shadow suddenly suspect. I could hear my own heartbeat too loud in my ears, could feel the cold seeping up through my boots from ground still frozen from the night before, and I made myself breathe slow, the way I'd taught myself to do in every dangerous room this world had ever put me in.A second branch snapped, closer this time, and a shape detached its

ConstanceBy the third day, the forest had given way to harder country, hills scraped bare by wind, the road narrowing to little more than a scar cut through frozen scrubland. We rode mostly in silence, conserving what strength the horses had left, though the silence had a different texture now than it had those first frightened hours after Della found us. It had become companionable in places, strategic in others, five people learning the particular rhythm of trusting each other with their lives.I rode beside Della more often than not, drawn by the same instinct that had made me ask Julian, weeks ago, to explain exactly why he was kind to me. I wanted to understand the woman who'd spent nineteen years keeping my aunt's secrets, who'd chosen a child's life over hers when the moment forced an impossible choice."Tell me about her," I said, on the third evening, as we made camp in the lee of a low ridge, out of the worst of the wind. "Not the danger. Not the harvesting. Just her. What