[ He finds her like that, a few moments later. He'd been out on the terrace, checking on some of the seedlings he'd planted last week, and stepped back inside to a still-too-quiet loft. Not realizing he was no longer alone, he heads back to his room, distracted.
And then comes to a stop in the doorway to see her standing there, clutching the fox mask he'd worn the night of the masquerade. The night he'd chased her through the garden maze, even if he's still pretty sure she hadn't guessed it was him. He thinks. There were a couple times he was certain she had, but since she hadn't said anything since then...
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And then comes to a stop in the doorway to see her standing there, clutching the fox mask he'd worn the night of the masquerade. The night he'd chased her through the garden maze, even if he's still pretty sure she hadn't guessed it was him. He thinks. There were a couple times he was certain she had, but since she hadn't said anything since then...
Well, shit. ]
Hilda?