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about?”
    â€œGiving up their land to the marked. Your new decree.”
    â€œAnd what are you planning to do with those prisoners?”
    Sergio shrugs. He adjusts his cloak to wrap more snugly around his shoulders, then takes a long swig of water from his canteen. “Whatever you like. You’re the queen.”
    I wonder whether he thinks differently of me than he did of the Night King of Merroutas. I’d like to believe Sergio respects me more than that. The Night King was weak, an enemy of the marked, a drunk, and a fool. I pay Sergio far more than that man ever did. Sergio’s armor is lined with threads of gold, his cloak woven from the finest, heaviest silks in the world, embroidered with the initials of their makers.
    The whispers laugh at me.
Watch your back, little wolf,
they say.
Enemies arise from unexpected places.
    I push stubbornly, in vain, against their words. Sergio will stay loyal to me, just as Magiano will. I have given them everything they could ever want.
    But you
can’t
give them everything they want—they will always want more than they have.
    I remind myself to prepare another herbal drink once I’m inside the palace. My head has started to throb from their incessant noise, chattering away, echoing in my mind all throughout our journey home. “Have them publicly executed,” I reply, trying to drown out the whispers with my voice. “Hanging, please. You know how I feel about burnings.”
    Sergio, as usual, doesn’t bat an eye. The Night King hadcommanded him to do much worse. “Consider it done, Your Majesty.” He waits as I duck into the carriage and then lowers his face close to mine. “Stop by the dungeons when you arrive at the palace,” he says.
    â€œWhy?” I reply.
    A flicker of doubt crosses Sergio’s face. “I’ve gotten word from the keeper that something is wrong with Teren.”
    A prickling feeling runs down my spine. Sergio has never liked me visiting Teren in the dungeons—so for him to tell me that I should go there now is surprising. The whispers instantly unearth an irrational thought.
He wants you to visit Teren because he wants you dead. Everyone wants you dead, Adelina, even a friend like Sergio. He’s luring you there so that Teren can slit your throat.
They cackle, and for a moment I genuinely believe them. I hold my breath and force myself to think of something else.
    Whatever’s happened to Teren must be serious enough that Sergio wants me to see him. That’s all.
    â€œI’ll have the carriages go around to the back gate,” I say.
    â€œAnd you should take a different route to the palace. A more discreet one.”
    I scowl. I’m not about to cower in my own alleys just because a few people have made the foolish decision to attack my gates. “No,” I reply. “We’ve been through this. I will take my public route, and the people
will
see me in my carriage. They are not ruled by a coward queen.”
    Sergio utters an annoyed grunt, but doesn’t argue withme. He just bows again. “As you wish.” Then he rides off to the front of our procession.
    I peer outside the window in the hopes of seeing Magiano. He should be riding behind me, but he’s not there. I continue looking as my carriage lurches forward and we gradually leave the pier behind.
    Months have passed since I last set foot in Estenzia. It is early spring, and as we ride, I notice the familiar things first—the flowers blooming in clusters along windowsills, the vines hanging down thick and green along narrow side streets, bridges arching over canals, filled with people.
    Then there are the changes.
My
changes. The marked, no longer called
malfettos
, own property and shops. Others make way for them as they pass through the crowds. I see two Inquisitors dragging an unmarked person through a plaza even as he struggles and cries. On another street, a group of marked children