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She lets out a breath, slowly, in relief. Perhaps it shows upon her face, but much more in the relaxation of her shoulders as she shifts, blinking. There had been no recognition in the man's face that she could see—none whatsoever. At this juncture, at least, she is safe.

No, she answers, that is not what I seek. I am looking for my brother. Llewellyn. He looks exactly like me, though broader. Have you seen him?

Her eyes are wide and guileless, on the verge of pleading. Now that she is past the first test, the desperation rises. He is the first soul she has spoken to in these lands, and if her luck should turn, he might know where the prince resides. But her luck has been shoddy thus far, and so her hopes are not high.

Seren, though, has always been a dreamer. . .