She cried, tears welled up in her eyes and she wiped them away with her wide sleeve.
Her lips pulled into a white stripe.
She knew that here parents would be furious if they could see her sit on the window-sill like that, here robe dangling down, knees pulled up under here chin. Not like a woman of noble birth becomes.
She stared with a gloomy look through the window.
Little raindrops had found there home on the glass and were now sliding down, making her reflection cry to.
She looked out over the grand domain, the forest which lay behind the stables and the lake, no more than a blue-grey shimmer in the distance. She felt like going to the stables and sleeping in the hay after which she could get up, saddle here horse and ride off, flee and never come back again. She didn’t mind working, getting dirty.
But she couldn’t, not in the cloths she was wearing, not with the dinner of this evening coming up. If she left now here parents would chase her throughout the Kingdome.
Soon, very soon now, just not tonight