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It must have been the middle of the night. It had to be the middle of the night. There was only moonlight coming through the bed chamber, the silvery light washing everything to light and shadow, no colors or depth.
Laun lay on her side for a few minutes, looking at the way the light changed how things looked. Her eyes had opened and she knew she was awake, but the night made it surreal around her.
There was a slight sound of wind coming in from outside. A sound that said to Laun that there were storms coming. Storms and rain meant the soldiers would be unhappy to be outside. The troupe would most likely want to all be inside, too. There were going to be tensions and it was going to break badly if the rain lasted too long.
But that would be when others were awake.
Laun moved, pushing the covers back to get some fresh air. She heard movement near the floor and there was a soldier standing at the bedside.
He had taken her by surprise. She had been looking at exactly where he had been sitting, but the moonlight and shadow had masked him. He was just standing there, waiting at a relaxed attention. »Read More