She watched from the open window in the house's single bedroom as he left her there. Behind her, the farmer's wife prattled on excitedly, but she could hardly hear the old woman's words. She could only stand there, watching as he turned back down the dusty road and started the walk back towards the castle. He hadn't even said goodbye.
Had she wanted him to? She hardly knew him, but he was the only person she could remotely trust. And he had just abandoned her.
"What do you think, darling?"
She turned, finding the farmer's wife standing behind her, a simple white cotton shift in her extended hands. There was an open trunk on the bed beside them, with clothing folded neatly within.
He had said that she could trust this couple, that they would protect her. She reached out, taking the dress from the old woman. In doing so, she brushed a hand against the older woman's and stole a glance into her eyes.
And there it was.
He had been right.
She would insist on being called Nana, and that was fine enough with her.
She fingered the heavy fabric. "It doesn't have to be white, if that was your concern."
Nana's eyes widened. "Oh? But I thought-"
"I can't go back to the Coven. Not anymore." She draped the white dress carefully onto the bed, turning to look inside the trunk. "Can I wear this one?" She pulled the top article from its neat stack, unfurling it and holding to her frame.
"That one? Are you sure?"
She looked down at herself. She could no longer see her feet over her swollen belly, but she could still tell that the dress would fit fairly well. "Yes, I think so." Despite everything, she could still find it within her to smile.
"I've never worn blue before."
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The Azimar Archives Book One- The Book of Death
FantasyTwo brothers opposed. A knight faced with an impossible choice. And a Gifted witch, capable of Seeing glimpses of an uncertain future. They alone might change the world of Azimar. For better, or for worse. Mothlenor, fearing an end to humanity, will...
