She must kill this man, or kill herself. Sebastian physically restrained her as she hit and scratched at him, trying to touch her mother who went swiftly into her death throes. I am afraid because I love you, so that the mere thought of failure hurts. But this is not sufficient. He looked like a French boy soldier she had once glimpsed marching towards his death in one of the battles they would later call the Hundred Years War. He was wrapped in a laced roquelaure, which he threw off on his entrance into the room. She could still remember herself at age five, staring knives and daggers at the men who came into the small yarn shop, under pretense of business but really just to leer.
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