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Brynn was still debating if she wanted to tell Gerard that she knew how to ride or just let him think he had been an excellent teacher. She settled on the latter for now. There was no point in telling him. There would be no gain from either side here. "Where are the Blightlands?" Brynn blurted...

Brynn nodded. He was right, of course, it was better to have some sort of weapon out on the road. She hoped she would not need it though. That is why she had Gerard. He was here to protect her. The gift did let a little doubt form in the back of her mind though...what if he couldn't protect her...

Brynn took Gerard’s hand and stood from the bench. She studied his face as he studied hers and she felt a blush creep up into her cheeks. No one had ever looked at her like he was at this moment. She pushed a piece of hair behind her ear and looked down at her feet as he spoke again...

Brynn heard the approach of her escort but she did not lift her head to look at him until he spoke. He had the supplies and the horses. They could leave. They could get away from the people. All the damn people. "Don't fret. I'll get you there safely. I dare anyone to even get close to you...

In all honesty, Brynn had not made it very far in her journey of exploration. She found herself sitting on a bench with her head resting in her hands. The damn voice, the people, the sounds, and the new surroundings had been too much for her. Everything was too much. She could not do this. She...

Gerard was correct when he had assumed it was not her choice to stay on the property for so many years and his suggestion, she hated to admit, sounded more appealing than she could even explain. "Of course I know how to dance," Brynn said with a tone that implied all wealthy women knew how to...

He did not look that much older than her but his body seemed to think differently. She had never been in physical pain before...well...that was a lie. She had terrible pain once a month but that was it. She had been pampered and protected her entire life. Twenty eight years that had felt like a...

Brynn threw him that look. His horse puns were terrible but they were well timed at least. She could appreciate that he was unaffected by embarrassing himself especially when it was clear that he was drunk. It had been one of the reasons she had rushed off her guards. They would have promptly...

Brynn looked at Gerard like he was insane. Walk to Fal'Addas? Honestly, she had zero idea of how far that was from here but it seemed like a lot of walking. "Could we borrow a horse?" She asked with a quirked eyebrow. She also had zero idea of how getting a horse worked. Obviously they could...

Brynn looked at the man as he approached them and spoke. He did not look like much of a guard...he did not look like much of anything. She plastered on her most diplomatic, tight lipped smile and nodded at his introduction. "Yes, my name is Brynn Granfaere," she introduced herself to her...

As much as Brynn wanted to leave the estate that she spent her life shackled to, she found it quite pointless to go visit her grandmother in Falwood. A grandmother that she had never met before and now, twenty-eight years later, she wanted to meet? The second thing that she found to be silly was...