CHAPTER 11ISOLDE'S POVOrren came for me shortly after midday.I had been sitting beside the cold fireplace for most of the morning, listening to the quiet of the tower. The day before, the courtyard below my window had shaken with the sound of horses leaving the fortress, and the guards outside my door had not said a word about where the King had gone. I only knew that the riders had returned a short while ago, because I had heard the gates open again, and the whole tower had gone still.When the key turned in the lock, I stood up so quickly that the blanket slid off my shoulders.Orren stood in the doorway with a bandage wrapped around his left arm and a dark purple bruise spreading along the side of his neck, as if someone had gripped it very hard. His uniform was stained with mud, and there were deep shadows under his eyes. He looked like a man who had not slept in two days."His Majesty requires your presence in the war room," he said."Why?""He did not say." He stepped aside t
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