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TCOTCE: Chapter One - navessa allen
Brightholm – Summer Capital of Selwhin The royal wing of the castle was quiet this early in the morning. As silent as a tomb, one might say, if one were prone to flights of fancy. Surrounded by so much stone, with not even the stirring of mice to remind you that creatures lived and breathed within the walls, it could be a cold, dark place in the wee hours. I was dressed in the attire our athletes favored: linen shorts, with a sleeveless tunic draped over my tightly bound breasts. Because of my scant clothing, the chill in the hallway I waited in quickly became pervasive. I crossed my arms over my chest and shifted back and forth from foot to foot to keep the goosebumps at bay. Come on, Lys, I thought. As if I had summoned him with my impatience, I soon heard the familiar echoing slaps of a pair sandals against flagstones coming from somewhere around the nearest bend. The footfalls grew steadily louder, until a large young man appeared out of the gloom and into the torchlight. He was half a head taller than me and nearly twice as wide, with a body made for hefting …