08-22-2010, 06:50 PM
Once Percival was gone, Naerwen finally took a deep, much needed breath. She hadn't realized how little she had actually been breathing the whole time Roderick stood there. She felt a little faint and swayed slightly on her feet, but it was nothing to be concerned over.
Inhaling slowly again through her nose, she took the time to examine the tunic in her hands. Perhaps it wasn't a total loss, she thought. If the Lady's maids were miracle workers, the tunic would be ready in time for Roderick to make a memorable appearance at the banquet that evening.
She shivered, expecting to spend the night on her stomach while her back healed from the fiery welts the whip would leave.
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