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How he wished he could maintain such innocent optimism. But all her adamant convictions, all the<br />
years she spent safe under the forest's vaulted ceilings, couldn’t stop him from seeing his parents' horrid,<br />
mangled deaths every time he closed his eyes.<br />
“You're making that face again.” A warm hand fell on his shoulder. Friedrich turned, already knowing<br />
he’d see the rugged face of his closest friend, Wulfram. A broad smile greeted him, spreading slow and lazy<br />
on a face that hadn't been shaved in days. His friend had dark brown hair and amber eyes. Wulfram put a<br />
confidential arm around Friedrich's shoulders, steering him away from the gates and away from the crowd.<br />
“Frowning will age you,” Wulfram said. “Remember, a woman arrives exactly when she means to, never a<br />
moment before.”<br />
“Is that what you tell yourself when you stare out the window every morning? I’m not blind; we grew<br />
up together. I think I knew you loved her before you knew it yourself.”<br />
Wulfram tensed, frowning.<br />
“And for what? Have you asked her to stay? She won't listen to family. But perhaps, if you ask her.”<br />
“I can't ask her to change who she is. You know that.”<br />
“But what sort of marriage could you hope for? And you do intend to marry her, don't you?”<br />
Of course he did. But their conversation was cut short by a commotion at the gates. Friedrich took a<br />
deep breath and paused to adjust his shirt and cloak before heading back to the gate; this gesture elicited a<br />
facetious snicker from his friend.<br />
Searching the gathered crowd, Friedrich spotted a surprising mess of red curls. Yes, this must be her,<br />
the girl whose face was porcelain, her lips soft and pink; her green eyes fell on him, vibrant, honest. Ah, she<br />
was lovely. She reminded him somewhat of his sister—forest eyes, hair untamed—a spirit that simply<br />
wished to bolt. Were all the women he loved destined to be wild things? He wasn't certain he could handle<br />
another forest girl.<br />
From the corner of his eye, Friedrich saw a familiar wave of blond hair, and he forgot everything else.<br />
Cleandra was everything remarkable in Wulfram’s life. What extraordinary disregard she had for<br />
expectations; what an amazing ability to exude fullness and happiness. It wasn't that she was untouched by<br />
tragedy—gods knew, she'd never been the same after her parents' deaths—but rather, she let the forest fill<br />
her with presence and life.