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[ There's a breath of relief. It's been hanging over her head more and more the more attached she is to him and she hugs him tighter.
Then a dark thought crosses her mind. If he can't get to the palace, she didn't win. ]
.... Did I? [ She asks stiffly. ]
or did I die? Did I fail? [ She doesn't even sound scared or sad. More angry. At herself. ] Is the Darkling on the throne?