Andoryt

Amyilyn had woke up early as the sun had raised and start to warm her skinn there thay had falled asleep. She had turn her head, he was still there the lonely hooded man she had meet yesterday. She could hear his slowly breaths as he still was asleep. Slowly she raised up on her elbows as she look at him. So peacefull, so young and so much truble in his minde already. She raised a hand to slowly and lightly remove some hair that was in his face. How come I trusted this man?

“My head looks like a garden!” she wailed at her reflection in the mirror.  She spun the circlet this way and that until there were so many petals on the floor it looked as if she had hosted the wedding in her home.  Then the damned thing snapped and fell to the floor, where it was promptly kicked away in frustration.  Soon enough, she stole more flowers from a neighbours garden and remade the circlet again.  Finally she lifted the hem of her dress and strapped a dagger to her thigh just as