From the fantasy series by R L Davis Hays
Many leagues away from the monastery…
“So young to be a widow. How sad.”
It was a reoccurring theme around the Quithai royal court this night. Lauralei had overheard the not so subtle whispers several times as she would pass bundles of courtiers. She did her best to hide her smile and look demur, casting her eyes down or moving away to a new corner.
She wanted to spin across the floor in the arms of some new acquaintance, however her public mourning was far from over. Decorum dictated that she not dance, sing, or partake of intoxicating substances for a minimum of three months. It was her Terme du Sorwen.
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