Lys: Palatial

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Aithne rose to follow the girl, involuntarily cringing when she told the dog to move. For a moment she had thought she was the "brute" referred to. But she soon realized the truth and followed happily. Sleep was welcome.

She paused in the doorway, surprised. The girl was saying something about being allowed to decorate, or something, but it washed over her.

"I have my own room?" She tried to take it all in. "With a bed?" Surely there was some mistake. Slaves had palattes in common rooms, not private bedchambers!

1 comment:

Jenny said...

She has another question or two for the Guttersnipe before she leaves, so don't run off.

~Lys

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