Through the Living Hope

She sighed. “Me too. But they haven’t taken anyone else that we know of, and if they aren’t hurting us we can be glad for those two things.”

“Anything else I can help with?” “Looking for the beggar?” the owner asked. “Someone offered him a place for the night.”

@Through The Living Glass “It’s the least I can do.”

“Of course.” He pulled on some clothes quickly. Not asking, he started helping her get set up.

He came out with the towel around his waist. “Where were the clothes?”

Well obviously I know what’s going on

He showered. He was in there for a while, getting all the grime of two weeks off of him.

Newna awkwardly tried to avoid eavesdropping and hid her face.

Well yes but The suspense Is the dragon hurting her? Is she alive? Or is she happy? Yk?

“Thank you. Would you mind showing me where the shower is?”

“‘S it okay wi’ yeh if ah drop th’accent here?”

He avoided touching furniture so it wouldn’t get messy.

“I- thenk yeh,” he stammered.

He seemed genuinely surprised. “Are yeh sure?”

He nodded. “Tha’s good. Sorry ‘gain fer takin’ ‘im from yeh.”

@Clinically insane ”Seh, d’ yeh got a place teh stay? While yeh wait fer yer lover back?”

@SpiritOfWrath

“Course. Come back whenever.” @AltonicKeys

Yeah but the nocturnality was problematic She nodded.

There was a knock on the door. It annoyed the king; he was in the middle of something with Cossie and Yora. “What!” Another girl, this one about 18, cracked open the door and peeked in. “I’m sorry, my king, I know you’re busy, but.. my head hurts, and some of the others said that you got rid of their headaches in the past.. I didn’t want to interrupt you, but it hurts really bad-“ The king rose from the girls. “I’ll be right back.” He stepped out into the hallway with his other concubine. “You were right to come to me, my dear.” He set his hands on the sides of her head. Her eyes closed, and she sighed with relief. Yes, dear, truth is pain. I’ll take that pain from you before its damage is done. He took his hands from her. She smiled, curtsied, and kissed the back of his hand. “Thank you, my king.” ”Of course, dear. Now run along. You wouldn’t want to be kept waiting either, would you?” ”Of course not.” She curtsied again and left. The king returned to Cossie and Yora with no further delays.