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The love seat we'd sat in earlier had seemed like as good a place as any to contemplate my fate. I scratched Dart's head absentmindedly. The exhausted dragon had curled up in my lap after all the excitement and didn't seem like she was going to move any time soon. So I sat there, giving her the attention she needed and trying not to think.
I'd unpinned my hair, but that didn't even start to deal with the tears in the fabric of my dress, nor did it help the shoes I'd lost. I suspected that if I went back inside the palace, I'd be able to find my shoes, and would be given something to cover the ripped dress, but I wasn't ready. The Duchess and Daryll were no doubt gone, hidden away in the dungeons and treated to nothing more than hard bread and gruel.
I snorted at the thought. After ye
