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"Do tell him to bring it here, that I may see it," I requested of the Drill Sergeant.

My hands clasped before me, and my posture straight according to how I had been taught, I surveyed the boys as they scoured the field, watching the blonde and Fréderic with an alternating gaze. The doll should not have fallen far from my window.

Another thing had struck my mind as Feodore talked. A man's place was unforgiving, but then could I not make it my place to be kind to them? I did not imagine I could help more than one at a time, and so I could only make it a matter of merit. I hoped this drill sergeant would not be reluctant...

The nod to follow Feodore was slow. My mind caught his words and churned them uncertainly. They tasted wise and truthful, but I was hesitant to accept them, since I did not understand why. That it was necessary, I could understand. Warriors must grow strong. But that it was because they were...

The boy my guard pointed out did not seem so outstanding to my estimation. He was adjusting his stance and nodding to the drill sergeant. Once his supervisor had turned away, Féderic began his strikes anew with a controlled and careful manner. As I watched, the drill sergeant did not return to...

Frills and lace streamed and furled as I raced for the servant's staircase, hoping none besides these guards would take notice of me. I was in my best dress to welcome father, but without anyone to display it to, the elaborate design served no purpose except to impede my progress; the layers of...

The courtyard was a whirlwind of action. Likely the High Lord's return had renewed the excitement of service. The many young men down below were distinguishable only by thr color of their hair, for their uniforms and heights were much alike. My eyes were on the blonde, whose form and bravery...

With an easy toss, the toys and the doll tumbled from my arms to join the mess in the room. My hands hitched up my dress, and with careful steps I tiptoed across the floor. One foot met a sharp edge, the pain to blossom, and to bid me fall forward. I caught myself on the window rim, and with a...

"I don't like dolls, father." I said. "They're for babies. I'm big enough now to be respectable." I knew mom wouldn't like it. She was giving me the look of disapproval already, with her eyes wide and her hands clenched together. I had already said too much, I could feel it in the air. Perhaps...