Fitz dreamed that night of his mother and the stars. The stars danced around him confusing him and pulling him this way and that. When he woke he was breathing hard and the blankets were tossed around.<br/><br/>When the guard brought him news of Cinderella's apparent location. He left with a contingent quickly. The king seemed bothered by his departure, but did not bring up the dead guard in the stable. Fitz brought with him the glass slipper.<br/><br/>"Be careful my son." The king begged Fitz.<br/><br/>"I will be. I have nothing to fear from Cinderella, she is my star." The king frowned, but let Fitz leave.<br/><br/>The market area, per usual, was packed with people, but they made way for Fitz and his contingent.<br/><br/>"If any of you spot her, let me approach her. I do not particularly feel like chasing after her and she might be frightened right now." The guards shared a look, they knew of their dead comrade in the stables, and had formed their own opinions.