"A good friend knows all the best stories. A best friend has lived them with you."
-Unknown
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As it turned out, the first clue was the same for everyone. Ysabel found the garden crowded with many of the nobles who figured out the 'beauty' that describes the flowers.
While Kian whistled triumphantly beside her, the young monarch kept an eye out for Prince Hinrik. Like Kian, he has a habit of jumping at her at random moments.
'Seriously?' Ysabel thought. 'One is enough. Having two of them is quite the pain in the ass.'
Blowing out a sigh, Ysabel stared straight ahead. She wanted to get rid of Kian but that was impossible. He didn't look like he would be easy to persuade or fool.
'I don't know what to do with him. He can be a friend or a foe. There are many reasons for him to choose both. He could be double-faced.'
Ysabel's trust issues have soared higher than ever. She took a deep breath and shook her head.
