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ConstanceI lost sight of them the moment they passed through the gate, swallowed into torchlight and shadow, and the waiting that followed was worse than anything I'd survived inside Ferdinand's keep. I stood beside the horses, one hand fisted in my cloak, counting my own heartbeats the way I'd taught myself to do in every dangerous room this world had ever put me in, except this time there was no room, only distance, only darkness, only the terrible not-knowing.The minutes stretched long enough that I'd started composing the shape of every disaster my mind could conjure when a shadow detached itself from the treeline below the ridge, moving fast, low, familiar.Ysolde.She reached me breathless, her grey cloak snagged with brambles, her expression tight with urgency rather than fear, which steadied me slightly even before she spoke."The channel worked," she said. "Della's inside. She found the cells." A pause, weighing her next words carefully. "Rosalind is alive. Weakened, but al

Constance"Move," Della said, already hauling Julian to his feet. "Whoever that is, we are not staying to find out if they're friendlier than this one."William released the commander, letting him crumple gasping against the wall, and crossed the hall in three strides, gathering me down from the gallery rail with hands that shook, just slightly, with adrenaline he hadn't fully burned through yet."Are you hurt," he said, his eyes moving over me fast, checking."I'm fine. William, who's coming?""I don't know," he said, "and I don't intend to find out standing in this hall." He turned to the others, already calculating, already moving into the particular clarity that danger always seemed to sharpen in him rather than shatter. "The channel Della used to get in. Can it take five of us out quickly?""Four," Della said grimly, already moving toward the corridor, "and Rosalind, who can barely stand on her own. It'll be tight, but it'll hold."We ran.The horn sounded again outside, closer n

ConstanceWe rode south for two days before Rosalind's strength allowed us to push harder, and by the third morning the terrain had begun to soften into something almost familiar, the hard, wind-scraped hills giving way to gentler country, the first distant hint of Blackwood territory's forests smudging the horizon.We made camp that night in a hollow shielded from the road, and for the first time since the fortress, the mood around the fire carried something closer to purpose than mere exhaustion."We can't simply walk through the front gate," William said, tracing a rough map in the dirt with a stick, the same restless energy he wore whenever a problem needed solving. "Ferdinand believes I'm recovering under Ysolde's care somewhere outside the territory. If I appear at the keep with Rosalind, Julian, and an unfamiliar mercenary in tow, he'll know within the hour that everything he suspected about us was true.""Then we don't go to the keep first," I said. "We go to Miriam."Julian l

ConstanceMiriam found shelter for the three days in an abandoned gamekeeper's lodge on the territory's northern edge, close enough to the keep to reach quickly, remote enough that Ferdinand's patrols rarely bothered sweeping it. We settled in cautiously that first morning, the six of us dividing the small space between sleeping quarters and what quickly became a working war room, Julian's map pinned to one wall alongside pages of notes in Ysolde's careful hand."We need Julian's testimony airtight," William said, pacing the narrow floor on the second morning, restless in the particular way that meant his mind had been working since before dawn. "Not simply what he knows, but how he can present it without the council dismissing it as a disgruntled servant's grudge.""I understand the risk," Julian said from where he sat at the small table, reviewing the same notes for what had to be the dozenth time. "I've been turning over every sentence since Miriam left the garden. If I misstep onc

ConstanceThe council clerk called the hall to formal order, and for the first time since I'd arrived at this keep, I watched the full machinery of Blackwood governance assemble itself around me, elders seated in their ranked half-circle, scribes poised with ink and parchment, the weight of tradition pressing down on every stone surface like something physical."The Accounting proceeds by established rite," the clerk intoned. "The accuser presents evidence. The accused may question, challenge, or rebut each piece before the council votes its weight. No evidence stands unexamined. No challenge goes unanswered.""Understood," I said."Then begin."I called Rosalind first, and the hall's murmur sharpened into something closer to shock as my aunt stepped forward, silver-eyed, composed despite everything the past weeks had cost her, and gave her name to the council clerk."Nineteen years ago," she said, her voice steady despite its rawness, "I fled this territory after Ferdinand's father t