If they will not listen to me, they will listen to someone who has power, I thought before I let myself in the Chapter-house.
There were three people inside the room, and it included Mother Renata, and two of her most trusted council sisters. It seemed that they were in a middle of an important discussion, for both of the council sisters eyed me like I was a horror in plain sight. But, unlike them, Mother Renata was ever calmed.
The floor of the room squeaked as the damp rag drift on it like a raging stream. Every move was followed by a grunting sound, it sounded faint from probably exhaustion, but the swift of the cloth never faltered. “You missed a spot.” Abigail said. She was sat on a cushioned chair, and both of her feet were resting on a wooden crate. She even had a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice on her lap. She was enjoying her wish.
The night came, and I did not meet Felix. The girls and I stayed in the common room after dinner, and we had the whole area to ourselves. Abigail was on the corner, in front of an uncovered window. She was singing a song, and all of us was blithely watching her. Her voice was almost similar to the voices under the nightingales’ tree. She was unmoving and her hands were altogether while her emotion was picturing the lyrics i
“Where have you been last night?” Agnes asked with her stern voice. “I told you, I looked for the book back at the common room, but there were lots of group of knights patrolling around, so I had to wait for them to go before I could go back.” “Where is the book then?”
I never expected a storm to be calming. When I looked outside the tiny window of my quarter, the sky was trying to fool me. The morning already came, but still the sky remained dark. But not totally darken, for every other then, there was an instant bolt of light illuminating the somber ceiling, and it was shortly tailed by a roar. It was the culprit that woke me up. I stayed, until the first drop of rain landed on the glass in f
There was a girl that chose a rose, instead of a husband. In the world of distinct social class, the only way for a girl, who was unfortunately born in the lower part of the hierarchy, was to marry a rich lad, or a rich widower, or a rich senior, to climb the social ladder. Of course, that was if you were desperate. And most of the poor were desperate. The parents, even they got little to bargain, would do anything to have a hors
“If Sister Veronica was out of the picture, who will we enlighten first?” Abigail asked. “Let us start with Sister Ana. Fatma, tell us something about her that we could use.” Fatma had the most interaction with the sister, and for sure, it allowed her to learn something. We waited as she thoug
My mind was similar to the storm, it was disarrayed. I did not know what to feel. Knowing the fact that Sister Veronica and Sister Ana were not really on the list of the preyed, it should be a breath of relief, right? Yet I could feel a pang of reproving towards myself. I was wrong, but not totally, for there were two preys that needed confirmation. Will I get the same truth from them? That my assumptions are nothin
Who is it? was the first thought in my mind. I gave my sisters a questioning look, and they had the same on their faces. We were not expecting anyone, and if it was one of the aged sisters, for sure, they would announce their selves first. The girls were frozen in place, so I stood to answer the door. Did she find out that