'I am late.'
Alyssane flinched out of bed, and with hurried hands, she threw over a cloak and grabbed the coin purse and her letter before leaving through the window.
Her heart hammered with a frantic rhythm against her ribs, fear, an odd thrill, and a tremor of… something else warred within her.
She was late, she had wanted to leave when the skies would still be dark and as few people as possible would have seen her. She did not wish to be found.
The capital would be the start of everything new, she would erase her past, 'All would be good.'
'Then why do I feel more pained?'
A sheen layer of cold sweat covered her skin as she hurried through the streets of a city half awake. Her mind was a mess, confused by her thoughts, her heart, and how it lingered on him.
Kazmun was all she had known for the past month, a constant, frustrating presence who nevertheless came to her rescue time and time again.
