She smiled, but she was also sad to lose her little pet. Instead, there was Tom to see to. She had been steadily learning how to care for him, and to find joy in that caring. Brandywyn wondered at her own bitterness after her mother’s passing. There were miracles in the world—like her rescue from the kidnappers, and the recovery of the baby bird—and her focus should have been upon those things, not taking her hurt out on others by hurting them in kind. It was a hard realization, for she had wronged so many people in the past four years. She vowed to make up for all of that once she returned to the royal palace.Brandywyn had just pulled her best loaf of bread out of the oven when she heard noises outside the open cottage door. She turned and saw two urchins. One, a dirty young girl of perhaps eight, and the other a young boy, perhaps four years old. The boy had his dirty thumb in his mouth and was holding his sister’s hand like a lifeline.“How now?” Brandywyn asked. “Who are you?”“I am Pansy and this is Brake.
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