short story thing

She had to stay strong. Fen’nan repeated this notion in her head over and over as she knelt upon stone, hard stone digging into thin knees, and felt the weight of the crowds stare bare down upon her. The iron shackles weighed coldly and heavily upon her wrists and it surprised her how familiar...

“Haihooo!” The men heaved the mooring lines of the large vessel, tying the long ropes to the side of the harbor. The blonde woman took steps to the railing, her expression cold, almost as if motionless. She looked over the many figures, her gaze sharp, piercing. “Lady d’Vaud? What is it that...