[ She's a flicker at first, off center, the corner of her mouth, her neck, hair that for once - now that she doesn't need to stand on ceremony, undone. Not comfortable, but adjusting. Dressing herself down that little so she did not stand out so much.
It's a far cry from the Tower, after all. ]
My Lord Protector. [ Not the way others would say it - not the, but my, always hers. From her first day ( to her last ). ] You have been gone from my side so long...
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It's a far cry from the Tower, after all. ]
My Lord Protector. [ Not the way others would say it - not the, but my, always hers. From her first day ( to her last ). ] You have been gone from my side so long...