pole. It clattered loudly

rain to completely shut off the pain

loded f

wing her entire body weight towa

anicked at the sudden human figure darting into their path

all his might. The heavy wooden wheels locked, skidding over the stones. The c

oy drew their longswords. The sharp shing of steel fi

horse forward. He pointed the razor-sharp t

is voice cold and commanding. "Move, o

d the deadly blade rest

bright morning sun fully illuminated h

. She screamed it so loudly her vocal cords bu

les, and commoners-froze. They turned their

ill over her lashes. She perfectly mimicked the manic, d

anufactured desperation. "I threw myself from my horse

the gathering crowd. S

t the Duke's daugh

The murmurs grew into a loud, buz

ill assassins, but butchering a high-ranking Duke's daughter in the mid

rriage, a han

e fingers slowly pushed aside the heavy,

ey's face appear

ly devoid of human emotion. His grayish-blue eyes stared down at Eulah wit

ding scratch on her neck from Flint's sword. He note

ed. His voice was low, flat, and carried

ssed both hands over her heart, leanin

she cried out, her voice cracking perfectly. "I cannot sleep!

r, snapping their silk fans open to hide their f

in a tight frown. He was clearly disgu

ng with ice. "Drag this madwoman away.

e reached out, his large hands aiming to grab

ched his

the tension drop from her muscles. She went com

ll perfectly, dod

against the wooden step at

rred her brok

m her throat. The pain was blinding, a whit

rframe, clinging to it like a lifeline. She lifted her tear-staine