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Kristen glanced about the room, feeling perhaps more alert than she had ever felt before in her entire life. Everything seemed clearer to her eyes, sounds more crisp to her ears. Even underneath her skin she could've drawn a map of her veins, aware as she was of the pulse of blood and adrenaline through them.
Nothing went beneath her notice.
Until she became aware that something, someone, had. Where the rest of the bedchambers were empty, both Lord Oren and Herim Urahil having migrated with their conversation elsewhere, there remained one last occupant.
A woman. A servant. A full foot shorter than Kristen, a bundle of folded sheets held to her chest like a protective shield, silent eyes wide and full of shock. She met Kristen's eyes, and Kristen met hers.
What drained from Kristen immediately was that earlier resolve. Everything that she had said in the inn room vanished from her consideration, for in her mind when she had spoken it she had imagined only rough, armed men seeing them, trying to stop them. Men who by picking up the sword had volunteered their lives to be in peril.
Not this. Not a scared, cowering woman.
Whom Edric would absolutely kill if he saw.
So Kristen was quick to try to intercept Edric's attention before he had a chance to look to the corner. As he pulled himself up and out of the dumbwaiter, she touched his arm firmly and pointed toward the double doors and whispered, "I heard them go that way. Come on."
Her spine chilled with worry and a variety of fears, Kristen took her first few (stiff) steps to cross the length of the bedchambers toward the doors. And she hoped Edric would just follow.
And if he doesn't? And if he sees her?
Edric
Nothing went beneath her notice.
Until she became aware that something, someone, had. Where the rest of the bedchambers were empty, both Lord Oren and Herim Urahil having migrated with their conversation elsewhere, there remained one last occupant.
A woman. A servant. A full foot shorter than Kristen, a bundle of folded sheets held to her chest like a protective shield, silent eyes wide and full of shock. She met Kristen's eyes, and Kristen met hers.
What drained from Kristen immediately was that earlier resolve. Everything that she had said in the inn room vanished from her consideration, for in her mind when she had spoken it she had imagined only rough, armed men seeing them, trying to stop them. Men who by picking up the sword had volunteered their lives to be in peril.
Not this. Not a scared, cowering woman.
Whom Edric would absolutely kill if he saw.
So Kristen was quick to try to intercept Edric's attention before he had a chance to look to the corner. As he pulled himself up and out of the dumbwaiter, she touched his arm firmly and pointed toward the double doors and whispered, "I heard them go that way. Come on."
Her spine chilled with worry and a variety of fears, Kristen took her first few (stiff) steps to cross the length of the bedchambers toward the doors. And she hoped Edric would just follow.
And if he doesn't? And if he sees her?
Edric