And then Wren spotted Tor – stiff-backed and solemn – as he carried the body of the dead prince on to the king’s ship. Elske padded wearily at his side. Her tail was singed and her fur was stained with soot. ‘Tor! Wait, please!’ Tor came to a halt. He looked at Wren over his shoulder with such anguish in his eyes, it sent a fissure through her heart. ‘Please. They took my grandmother.’ Her eyes filled with tears as she stumbled towards the ship. ‘Please don’t let them take her from me.’ Tor’s face crumpled. He opened his mouth to say something just as Princess Anika appeared on deck, still
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