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Alistair blinked at that. Did Andrei think he wasn't panicking? The former heir might have looked calm and put together on the outside, but on the inside, he was a mess of worry and anxiety. He'd accepted his death, sure,
but it was hard to actually not think about it. That's all he'd thought about recently, all he could focus on. "I am panicking," he told Andrei quietly.

The cold was beginning to numb his hands and feet, but he wasn't ready to head back inside just yet. No, not yet. He hadn't spent nearly enough time outside and execution was possible at any moment.
"I worry and worry all the time now. There's not much else to do but sit and worry."

Alistair turned away from his home, now a prison, and began to head furthee down the path. He moved at an easy, unhurried place, picking his way around prickly, dead bushes and fallen twigs. For someone used to being pampered, he didn't seem to mind not having shoes. "But I like it out here. I've always found the garden relaxing." The garden he'd loved was dead and wilted now, but it didn't change that. He would always love it.