Xaine had just escaped from the castle, his mind racing. He was getting an arranged marriage to Valarie, a noble of high status and most annoying of all white swans. He ran far into the woods with nothing to protect himself with. Suddenly, he bumped into a black swan. Had he gone over the border? No.. he was in the middle of it. Zaine wiped his eyes and looked at the man. "What are you doing here at this hour?"
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