Rhiannon came out of the bathroom with her long hair dripping water and tried to dry it with several towels after getting dressed. At least, they had had the common sense of leaving clothes fit for fighting and not a princess dress. She sat down on the floor, by the window of her room, and hugged her legs, looking outside.

She was tired, her soul ached, and yet she knew she could not sleep. Perhaps that was the weight that betrayals left behind, always looking over your shoulder, always having