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Little Bird and the WolfThere was one person in the village of Heen that caught Krystian's curiosity more than the others nowadays. A slavegirl. Young, redheaded, slender like a little bird. She belonged to the young prince, one of the leader's sons. She usually accompanied her master wherever he went. Raleigh, who insisted on being called a prince, wanted to show her off. Like a prize. Prize for something he hadn't done.
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She was there now as well. At his heels, close but not too close. She had lowered her head so she wouldn't have to look at people's faces. It was the behavior of a slave accustomed to their fate, to their position at the bottom of the hierarchy.
Krystian, on the other hand, was at the top. He was one of the Generals. That's why the slavegirl didn't even dare lift her face when he prince spoke to him.
"You understand your orders, don't you?" Raleigh said and crossed his hands across his chest. He was a spoiled brat in Krystian's opinion. Skender was a good leader, but a lousy father. He