Leyna de Somerville
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Her Highness, Princess of the Blood; Future Comtesse de Somerville; House Somerville
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Post by Leyna de Somerville on Jan 7, 2009 22:25:02 GMT -5
I sat, or rather more like collapsed at the foot of the stairs, holding the letter that had been delivered to me. I would have thought I would be too shocked to cry, but I felt the scorching wetness of tears running down my cheeks.
August was dead.
I could hear the criers beginning to spread the news through the city. I wondered if anyone out there knew just what a loss this really was, if they all would ever know exactly how he’d died and that it was just another moment in his quietly heroic life.
It occurred to me that the sound I was hearing was my own sobbing as it echoed through the entryway. It was so empty here… at least even Ambrose had died Nic had been there. Right now there was no one here for me to huddle against, no one to put their arms around me and hold me while I cried.
I felt more alone than I ever had at any point in my life. I pulled my knees up against my shaking chest, burying my face in my skirts as I continued to cry.
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