The Bartered Princess
Lady Jas
Miriam held her breath, hearing the occasional splash of the oars and the call of a nightjar.
“Blasted goatsuckers,” one of the men said.
“Let’s hope they take it as a bird of ill-omen,” her sister remarked. “Ouch. I think I’ve drawn blood.”
She began to suck her thumb, noisily, drawing the attention of their captors who ordered them to sit apart. At least her bonds were not quite so tight now, which was a relief.
The ripples on the water should have had a soothing effect. Instead, Miriam wondered what was causing them. A predatory fish, maybe, or a merman? She had heard tales of the legendary creatures from riverfolk and now it appeared one of them was literally rocking the boat.
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