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“What do you mean, we have to turn around?”
Laun’s voice carried. The sharpness. The pain. The frustration. The command tone.
“Highness, our Majesty is in the Royal Estate, which is back to YarsWay and North. It will only be another hour back to YarsWay.”
Laun signaled to the horse under her and he sat down, letting her off. She had not used that particular part of the Kell’s Arena training before with that horse. He was not as finicky as Butterfly’s Grace and had just laid down in the gravel of the road. Laun stood up and had people at her side as she paced blood back into her legs.
Laun tried to have patience. She blessed the memory of Lady Hellon and took several deep breaths as the pain that went up her right shin and through her knee lessened. She tried to have the presence and grace of her Lady as she turned to the Rosemond Captain and said, “How much longer will it take to get to his Majesty, since we can see the walls and gate of your Capitol City?”
Laun had toned down her voice, but the anger was still clearly heard. The Captain looked over to the Lieutenant of the escort and back to Laun. “Your Highness, It is only about a four hour-”
He stopped when she had. She stopped moving. She stopped looking at him. She even seemed to stop breathing.
Princess Laun Dresden, Princess Commander of the Third Calvary and the Fourth Logistics and Supply, pulled herself up and looked up at the Captain. Her voice had softened and her hazel eyes had a flash of green in the brown as she said, “Please, if we could have just half an hour to rest from the road, to water the horses and tend to ourselves, I would be most appreciative.”
He looked at the Lieutenant again and nodded.
Laun started to walk. She had a small group of people around her, including her own Lieutenant. She needed to get away from the others, get away from the messenger. She did not want to completely loose her composure in front of the group, and she did not want to have to deal with blood on her hands.
The baby was crying, again. Gem was with her, as was Edgar. Laun had a rage of envy go through her knowing that her children were back home, and that her own Husband was spending more time with Gem’s child-
Laun put her hands on shoulders and leaned into a chest. She didn’t even know who’s it was. The tears were thick as they streamed down her face, soaking into the tunic of the man she was using for support. She wanted it to all just stop. The travel. The pain. The odd attentions. Not knowing the language. Being in charge but not being in charge. She just wanted to be home. »Read More