Dangerous Girl by Mary E. Twomey

Author:Mary E. Twomey [Twomey, Mary E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-09-02T04:00:00+00:00

28

Lugh’s New Song

The sun had risen by the time I reached the castle, and though the Werewolves were pouring in, bound and placed in the dungeon, I was barely upright. Though I’d slept the afternoon before, I begged off after only a dozen healings to get a nap in.

“Are you feeling alright, your grace?” Rigby asked, no doubt wondering why I was being such a wuss when there was clearly work to be done.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m pretty exhausted. I just need a quick nap, and I’ll be back to finish the rest of them.”

“As you wish it, my queen.” Rigby snapped his fingers to a couple attendants, and sent them to prepare my bedroom ahead of me. I couldn’t imagine what they needed to do – I mean, any old couch would’ve been fine for me to crash in.

When Rigby led me to my bedroom, the bed had been freshly made, and a pretty floor-length nightgown had been set out for me. I didn’t protest when Rigby helped me get changed for bed. My limbs were weighted, and my spirits impossibly lower than they’d been the day before. My time in Avalon was winding to a close, and as much as I wanted to rejoice in that, I was too exhausted to make it through an entire day without yawning my face off. Now that things weren’t so harrowing, it seemed my body was catching up on the rest it had been cheated out of for so long.

Rigby undid my hair, and then had the grace to kiss my forehead before he left. We’d hit some sort of a sweet note to our relationship, and I was glad we seemed to have come full-circle.

I stared at the enormous bed, which had seemed merely large before I’d split from Bastien. Now that it was just for me, it seemed an ocean I didn’t want to get lost in. I couldn’t stomach the thought of sleeping in it by myself. It felt wrong somehow, so I pulled my pillow off the bed, and grabbed a blanket from the chest the extras were stored in.

I moved into the chain of closets, unsure of all the hidey-holes of my own bedroom. I picked an unused nook that had once held a portion of Morgan’s huge dresses, but now stocked a few of mine. I laid out the blanket and pillow, and made myself a little nest on the floor under the hems of my many gowns. I wanted to be left alone in my sadness, which never seemed to leave me alone for too long.

After breaking down in the privacy of my closet, I finally was able to drift off to sleep, resting everything that ached inside of me.

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