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There is blood under my fingernails. I wonder how many of my people I’ve killed this time. I thrust my hands into the barrel beside the stables. The ice-cold water bites at my skin, but the blood clings. I shouldn’t bother, because it will all be gone in an hour anyway, but I hate this. The blood. The not knowing. Hooves ring against the cobblestones somewhere behind me, followed by the jingle of a horse’s bridle. I don’t need to look. My guard commander always follows at a safe distance until the transition is complete. Guard commander. As if Grey has men left to command. As if he didn’t earn the title by default. I swipe the water from my hands and turn. Grey stands a few yards back, holding the reins of Ironheart, the fastest horse in the stables. The animal is blowing hard, its chest and flanks damp with sweat despite the early-morning chill.
For as long as we’ve been trapped here, Grey’s appearance is somehow a continual surprise. He looks as young as the day he earned a position in the elite Royal Guard, his dark hair slightly unkempt, his face unlined. His uniform still fits him well, every buckle and strap perfectly arranged, every weapon shining in the near darkness. He once carried a gleam of eagerness in his eye, a spark for adventure. For challenge. That gleam has long since gone dark, the only aspect of his appearance that is never remade by the curse.