I could smell those muffins halfway across the road

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How exquisitely convenient he had recognized her that morning on the coast. He would explain, with a practiced tear and a sad shake of his head, how her heart had been so filled with hatred after the Thorn girl’s capture, how she’d become deranged with the thought that the girl had died at the hands of the crown, that she’d poisoned their great King with nothing less than Shadowbells, secreting them into the castle, deep within her sewing basket. How she had ever managed to get them into the innocent looking muffins, he would say with a sigh, we may never know. But the sewing basket, he will tell them, full of the deadly flowers, speaks for itself. They will thank him for securing their safety and punishing the evil murderer. And then they will crown him. Perhaps then, he thought as his bony fingers caressed the carved surface of his ring, when he is King, he could be rid of the rest of the fairies and the filthy Bright Eyes in the castle as well. The future was bright and filled with hope. And luckily, he thought with a wicked smile, just around the corner. Roland was new at his job, and while he liked his uncle Bo very much, his dreams did not include working as a Tower guard. What he wanted, more than anything, was to apprentice in the kitchens with Mistress Brandywine. All of his brothers and most of his friends teased him about it. They laughed and said he was foolish, that if he got his way he would never see any more of the kingdom than the inside of a steaming kitchen. But none of them had been anywhere outside of Amryn either, and so he ignored [http://www.payforfollowers.beep.com sneak a peek at this site] them. They called him Sir Spatula and the Noodle Knight. But he didn’t care. To spend his days before the great flaming hearths, baking breads and sweet pastries, or turning a pile of flour and eggs into the most tender pasta the King had ever tasted? That was his path. To be able to cook for the King, he thought, as he leaned against the outside of the Tower under the glow of the Blood Moon, that would be something. At almost fourteen, he was a real oddity, nothing like the other boys his age. He was very happy to leave the horses and swords to others. And that made his mother worry.

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I could smell those muffins halfway across the road