Setting: Brielle's life becomes more complicated by the minute. As she grows uncomfortable, she realizes she needs to be prepared for the worse.
I slipped through the arch to the practice yard, preoccupied with the change. The yard was also abandoned. However, I expected it. The guards were drilling down in a meadow outside the town walls. Only some of Rathenridge’s men and the few those Tomas left behind could possibly be about. Most of them preferred to train in the early morning hours. The shadow on the sundial in the bailey had marked at least midmorning.
I crossed to the armory at a trot, pulling the key ring Horacian gave me from my pocket as I approached the door. But, I didn’t need it. I stumbled to a halt. The door stood ajar. Surely this wasn’t normal.
“Hello, my lady.”
I turned sharply to the right and blinked at the shadows there. He didn’t move, but I could make out his position by the deepening of the shadows from my position in the full sunlight. Beyond that I had to guess.
“Why is the armory door unlocked? Shouldn’t it be locked when no one is around?”
“I am here.”
He moved along the wall toward the door and closer to me. The hair on my arms prickled.
“I was under the impression it was kept locked.”
I couldn’t see his eyes, but the outline of his head seemed to indicate he was looking at me. If the feeling in my gut was accurate, he undressed me with his eyes.
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