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Alena leaned close to his ear and whispered, "I'll tell you in privacy." She lead the young mam away from the guards and paid for the loaf of bread plus an extra loaf. She then bought two bottles of milk and carried them. "Which way is home?" She smiled kindly her brown eyes shimmering in the sunlight with gold and green flecks a younger version of the deceased Queen. Her long curls cascaded to her waist. "Forgive Sir Wyern. He takes his duties seriously." She let the worry in her eyes momentarily then snapped back to cheery. "My father will not be pleased that i let you go but he is a forgiving father. A forgiving king. He is kind amd will understand."