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them to play.
    Mom laughed, a weak but beautiful sound. “Such a generous queen.”
    “Not queen yet,” I protested, thankful that the true queen still lived and spoke and smiled.
    “All the same,” Dad said, “your mother needs rest. I’ll make sure you see her again before bedtime.”
    That mollified the boys, and they left, waving to Mom.
    I kissed her head. “I love you.”
    “My girl.” Her weak fingers touched my hair. “I love you.”
    Those words were the first bookend of my day, and I could get through the rest of it knowing Kile Woodwork would be the other.
    As I left the hospital wing, I came across another Woodwork.
    “Miss Marlee?” I asked.
    She looked up from the bench she was sitting on, wringing a handkerchief in her hands, her face blotchy from crying.
    “Are you okay?”
    She smiled. “More than okay. I was so afraid she might not come back, and … I honestly don’t know what I’d do without her. Being here, with your mom, has been my whole life.”
    I sat down, hugging my mother’s dearest friend, and she held on to me as if I was her own daughter. Part of me felt sad, because I knew she wasn’t being dramatic when she said that. One look at her scarred palms told the long story of how she’d gone from worthy competitor to wicked traitor to faithful lady. When they talked about the past, some details were glossed over, and I never pushed it because it wasn’t my place. But I worried that sometimes Miss Marlee felt like my parents’ pardon was still contingent on her and her husband paying it back in devotion.
    “They said that you and your brothers were visiting, and I want to see her, but I didn’t want to cut off your time.”
    “Did you see the boys leave? We’re all done now. You should hurry in before she falls back asleep. I know she’d want to see you.”
    She wiped her cheeks again. “How do I look?”
    I laughed. “Positively wretched.” I squeezed her. “Go on in there. And can you try to check on them for me from time to time? I know I won’t be able to come down here as often as I’d like.”
    “Don’t you worry. I’ll send updates as often as I can.”
    “Thank you, Miss Marlee.”
    After one last hug, she made her way into the hospital wing. I sighed, trying to let myself enjoy this brief moment of calm. At least for now, everything was on its way to being better.

K ILE HELD HIS HAND AGAINST the small of my back, walking me through the garden. The moon was low and full, casting shadows even in the night.
    “You were spectacular this morning,” he said, shaking his head. “We’ve all been worried about your mom, and it’s so strange not having Ahren around. And Kaden? I’ve never seen him look so … bewildered.”
    “It’s awful. He’s the stable one.”
    “Don’t worry too much. It makes sense that he’d be a little shaken right now.”
    I inched even closer to Kile. “I know. It’s just hard to see it happen to someone who never gets shaken.”
    “Which is why breakfast was so great. I thought we were going to suffer through a painful meal together, unable to talk about what was happening, or even talk at all. Then you just opened it up. It was remarkable. Don’t forget you have that skill.” He shook his finger at me.
    “What skill? Distraction?” I laughed.
    “No.” He wrestled with the words. “More like the means to alleviate. I mean, you’ve done it before. At parties or on
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s. You change momentum. Not everyone can do that.”
    We walked to the edge of the garden, where the land opened up to a wide, flat space before the forest started.
    “Thanks. That means a lot. I’ve been worried.”
    “Nothing wrong with that.”
    “It’s bigger than Mom though.” I stopped and put my hands on my hips, wondering how much I should tell him. “Ahren left me a letter. Did you know that the people are displeased with the monarchy? Specifically, me? And now I’m basically in charge, and honestly, I’m not sure if they’ll