Zane peeked his head around the corner, hoping upon hope that what he was hearing was only his imagination. Someone was to take Kyria away! It couldn't be. He was so close to being able to free her – and now this! Sighing in frustration, he picked up his dust rag and dusted his way in the direction of the voices coming from outside her door, hoping to hear more of this outrageous idea.
“Get your things, you're coming with me. This castle has been found out, and it's too risky for you to be kept here any longer.” The authoritative voice of a man spoke loud and clear.
Kyria's sad voice came quietly across the hallway, and Zane could barely hear her. “Where are we going? I had just learned my way around this-- ugh!”
Zane heard her fall to the floor, and assumed she had been pushed. Everything in him wanted to run to her aid, but he knew better than that, if he wanted to keep both of them alive.
“Just obey and no one gets hurt, alright? You're going to a place in the forest. A safe place, where you can continue to spin for me and no one will ever find you!” the man let out a harsh laugh.
Minutes later, Kyria walked by with the lord of the castle grasping her wrist. She was carrying a small satchel, presumably holding her few belongings.
“What are you doing here, boy?!” Duke Prosser nearly tripped over Zane as he stood dusting the banister outside Kyria's room.
“Merely dusting, m'lord.” Zane took a bow.
“Well then, see you keep your eyes on your dust rag, eh? I don't need anyone knowing where this woman is going, or that's she's going anywhere at all. Understand? Or it will be the worse for you.”
Zane simply nodded and continued dusting, mentally promising himself to never forget what he had overheard the Duke say earlier. There had to be a way to help her, despite the fact that she was being taken far away to an unknown forest. Sighing again in frustration, he dusted with a vengeance, thinking of a way to get to Kyria and free her, once and for all.
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