heartofcourage
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The wind and rain had been merciful, dulling her senses and stealing away most of the pain that she felt. However, Fiona knew that the longer she stood out there in the elements, the closer she was to death. It reminded her of times when she was younger, so hungry and cold that she feared she might die as she camped in the woods. The only respite she had was to be arrested and thrown into jail in Inverness for a meal or two and a warm cot.
Opening her eyes at the sound of commotion, she noticed the kitchen staff unloading wagons, seemingly ignoring her plight. She winced as she pushed up with her legs, giving her arms a rest as the first raindrops pattered against her filthy clothing. It was then that she saw a familiar face and her blood truly ran cold. As Andre told her to hold on, she wanted to scream at him to run away, but she knew it wouldn't do much good. Instead, she looked away quickly, her head coming back to rest against the rough wooden post.
Opening her eyes at the sound of commotion, she noticed the kitchen staff unloading wagons, seemingly ignoring her plight. She winced as she pushed up with her legs, giving her arms a rest as the first raindrops pattered against her filthy clothing. It was then that she saw a familiar face and her blood truly ran cold. As Andre told her to hold on, she wanted to scream at him to run away, but she knew it wouldn't do much good. Instead, she looked away quickly, her head coming back to rest against the rough wooden post.