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Ziandra's POV. The evening sun cast long shadows on the ground. For the past twelve hours, I've sat by the window waiting patiently for Princess Larissa to return from the Castle. Minutes in, minutes out, I realized this wish of mine wasn't going to happen anytime soon. “At least have something to eat.” My mother's voice compelled me to glance into the living room. I stared at her briefly, sighed, and brought back my gaze to the streets. “Do you think something has happened to her?” I asked and continued to look at the passers-by in the street; some were Delans going about their business with no idea what their princess was going through, others the people of the Dark Moon clan. “How can I know the princess's fate? All-day I've been with you in this house," my mother replied. She wa