A man stepped out of the shadows. I hadn't even heard him at all. How many other people had I passed by without noticing them?
His face was obscured by a mask. He had dressed darkly, to camouflage. He was either a thief, or a guard. The latter, more likely.
Moonlight through the window glinted off a sharp sword on his belt. I don't suppose he'd take a long time to unsheathe it.
"Who goes there?" he asked again, a snarl evident in his tone.
It took me a moment to find my voice. He could kill me in even less time.
"The Lady of this Estate," I replied. Surely, my voice was way too timid to be plausible.
He stared a while. My skin prickled. Perhaps I should've worn my mask. My stepmother had warned me against not doing so, and now look! The very moment I hadn't worn it, I got caught.
The guard took a step forward, hand resting on the handle of his sword.
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Garden of Starlight
RomanceAn arranged marriage to an infamously tyrannical lord sounds less of an escape and more like another prison sentence to Celestine. For someone that wants very little of life, she'd make well of this new life by doing what she did best: keeping her h...
