by Ruth Davis Hays 2016 (a short story from the fantasy world of Jorthus series)
Miles away from the monastery where ‘Khiall suffered, his step-sister and ladylove Lauralei was in an isolated misery of her own….
Lauralei ran. Clutching the front of her nightgown in great wads at her stomach to keep her feet from catching the hem, she ran. Breathless, she turned one corner after the next in the blind night of the Monteforte manor. Her heart deafening in her ears.
Down the narrow stairwell, flight after flight, her feet kept moving despite the jarring step of each landing. No servants were aware yet. Evidently, Yoseah had not found his way to the bed yet, or else, he was not going to raise the alarm… for her sake.
Her months in the Monteforte household had been cumbersome at first. Being the Contes was tedious in its monotony and uselessness…
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