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Cynder2013 is not a synonym for Julie Kagawa. Anit-Aneet.2017 is also not a synonym for Julie Kagawa. The conclusion being we no own.


Chapter 3

Irena's POV

After Marsha left I sat down on my bed. Now I have a way out of here, but it won't be easy. I think over the parts of the castle that I have seen, no way out. My mother hasn't even let me out of my room for ages, I don't know if the castle has changed or anything.

I hoped I was right to trust Marsha. Well, not trust really. I don't know what to call it. I was her crying I think. The Court of Winter does not show feeling so she must have been very hurt to cry.

I've been packed for days, I've been meaning to leave for a long time but I hadn't gotten a chance before now. It's too easy. I started to worry just a bit. How did Marsha find my room? It's hidden behind layers of glamor that even my brother's son would not be able to push past. So why was it so easy for her to get in?

I remembered how she had been crying; tears can be used in magick so mayhap her tears allowed her to break the glamors? If my mother knew of this she would be angry, she might even have Marsha executed. In fact if she suspects at all that Marsha helped me to get free…Marsha would be in danger.

I stood up and began to pace.

I shouldn't bring anyone with me. The Wyldwood is too dangerous for one weaponless Fae let along two. My glamor wouldn't be enough to protect the both of us.

But Marsha seems so miserable, though I did only see her when she was crying. I could ask her. If she wants to come along but is too afraid to ask then what can it hurt.

That decided my train of thought changes.

I need a weapon.

Not a sword, which would be too hard to wield with my leg. A knife? A spear? I've been trained to use both; my mother hasn't let me be totally defenceless but I was never good with any of the weapons I've tried.

I'm getting a headache, and Faeries don't even get headaches!

I think I'll try to get some sleep and hope that Marsha didn't have her fingers crossed…

Marsha's POV

It wasn't too hard to lose my father. There was apparently some sort of performance going on in the main hall that he wanted to see. Usually, I would beg to see the play or dance going on but my father never let me. Now I all but cheered when he sent me to my room. Of course I didn't go there.

Once I was out of his sight I dashed down a hallway and turned the corner.

CRASH!

Blades of ice fell to the floor making more noise than I would have liked. Thankfully, I could hear that music had started and since most of the court would be watching the performance I knew that I had run into the one person I had wanted to see.

Mrl bent to pick up the dropped weapons, his dark hair a stark contrast to the pale wall.

"Hey Marsha." He said without looking up.

I blushed. "How you know it was me?"

"Only one person could be that clumsy."

Only one person (aside from my father) could insult me and get away with it. Mrl was my best friend, my only ally…oh, and the person my father wants me to marry. We don't talk about that much.

"So," Mrl said as he finished picking up the blades. "What can I do for you?"

I grinned, I knew he was going to love this.

"How do you feel about breaking someone out of the place?"