Bride Of The Beast
I said, and the name felt right in my mouth.
"Don't thank me yet. Just make sure you come back tomorrow morning so you can tell me how much you hated the cold," she winked, pulling a long strand of green wool from her basket. "I’ve got a sweater started for you. It’s a hideous shade of moss, but it’ll keep the wind out of your bones. I expect you to be alive to wear it."
I stayed with her for an hour, watching the needles click and listening to her talk.
I walked back to my chambers later that morning, the dried plum still sweet on my tongue. My father had declared me dead to the South, and the Council was waiting for the Prince to tear me apart, but in a small, glass-walled room, a stranger
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