The Cold Floor
I brace myself before opening the door to the great hall. I breathe in an assuring breath and pull. I'm in control. I see her by the window. What is this? She's not trying to escape, merely taking in her surroundings. She turns to look at me and I am taken back. She is more beautiful than I first believed. She looks older than my first guess. She has long blonde hair to her waist, piercing blue eyes, a small frame, but bangin' rack, and an expression that bewilders me. She looks almost annoyed, not afraid. I wasn't expecting this response, nor have I ever received it.
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