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Jaime tried not to think of the distance to the ground as she wrapped her fingers around the vine further up the wall. The leaves of the ivy covering the castle wall brushed against her face, smooth and cool. A stray tendril of new growth searching bravely in the night air for a place to catch hold, tangled in her hair and managed to pull back the hood of her cloak as she herself inched ever higher on the wall. She hadn’t tried anything this foolhardy since she was twelve. In spite of herself, she smiled grimly at the irony of it. The last time she’d scaled a castle wall had been for the same reason. To see Malcolm.
She’d been restless for two days, unable to sleep and unable to eat. And it was her inability to have even a moment alone with him that had led to this reckless midnight c
