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October, 447 HE
Apr. 14th, 2008 03:00 pmThe keep is dark when Thayet leads her horse into the courtyard. The party ended hours ago. Most of the Earl of Hafdon's guests will be abed. Servants will be waiting, of course, but she'll avoid them whenever possible. Tomorrow is soon enough to listen to their tuts of disapproval. She managed to undress herself before she was Queen; she'll manage just as well tonight.
Rubbing the back of her neck with one mud coated hand, she spies a man in the shadows of the stable's main archway. She hands the reins over with barely disguised relief and says, "Thank you. She'll need a good rubdown, and her feet looked after."
Rubbing the back of her neck with one mud coated hand, she spies a man in the shadows of the stable's main archway. She hands the reins over with barely disguised relief and says, "Thank you. She'll need a good rubdown, and her feet looked after."
