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Very likely, it was her youth that helped Robyn face the next morning with some semblance of purpose and hope despite the heavy heart she carried as she climbed out of bed.
What had seemed settled the previous night now paled in comparison with the many other tasks that had to be implemented. First, there was a question of addressing public fear over the latest wrath of the forest. Second, how she would have to break the news to her mother eventually, for the truth could not be withheld for too long. Then there was the matter of dealing with Rehan and Esaha; they must keep the matter to themselves at all costs. Running the entire household in the event that her mother collapsed from grief was another matter she could not overlook. And the city's safety, not to mention this castle's defences against both foreign and internal invaders... this mental checklist was a painful reminder of all the issues that her father had had to grapple with, in his prime.
It was now left to her, Robyn of Mehlingard, to steer this burdened fleet through the crisis that surrounded her life and city. Now was the time to prove her claims of being a worthy member of the clan.
Her green eyes brightened by exertion, she hurriedly made her way out of the bedroom, remembering to lock it securely after herself.
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