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Asher's POV I paced back and forth in my room. After the night I'd had, I should have been sleeping. But I didn't feel tired. All I was concerned about was Vika's moon birthmark. "A moon birthmark...." I muttered. I clasped my hands behind my back as I paced. Back and forth, the rug started to indent beneath my feet. I'd been taught that moon birthmarks belong to several royal bloodlines. But a waxing crescent moon – like the one Vika had – didn't belong to the kingdom of Bitha, though. I had no idea what that mark meant. Maybe I could ask Master Rutfus later. "Vika said her mother's name was Magda," I continued to organize the information I had so far. I stopped pacing. Magda? She still worked in the castle. I must have heard this name before or even seen her. She was a