As there seemed to be nothing I could do to remedy the situation — after all, I did not even know where in the palace the child was housed — I attempted to put her from my thoughts. Unfortunately, I had little success on that front, for my mind kept picking at the problem. I tried to tell myself that yes, there was every possibility she was not Besh’s child, and so there was not any real connection between the little girl and myself. Such cold practicality did not suit me very well, though, and I worried about her, wondered if there was anything I could do to make her lot in life a little more pleasant. And if it turned out that she actually was Besh’s child? Did I not then have some responsibility toward her, as the daughter of my husband? Perhaps I did, but as no one seemed inclined to allow me any further access to her, there seemed to be very little I could do to remedy the situation. At the very end of Octevre, an ambassador, one Sir Marten Morlander, a man I had met in passing but did not know well, came from Sirlende, bearing letters from my family, including a jubilant one from Torric, telling me of the birth of his son Allyn, as well as small gifts, things that I might miss, such as blackberry confit and the sweet, sticky toffees the palace confectioners excelled at making.
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