In this piece, Clara has been greeted by the lady of the castle and, after shooing the other noblewomen, has ushered her off into a room for talk and tea…
Thalia tottered back into her line of sight, a cup and saucer gracefully balanced in each hand. “Here we are. I do hope the tea is to your liking.”
Clara seized the proffered saucer, the cup shaking treacherously in her grasp. She clutched the handle and took a sip of the warm liquid. Overpowering sweetness hit her tongue. Honey. Her eye twitched as she fought down the urge to shudder and, somehow, managed a smile.
To Clara’s utmost relief, the woman didn’t seem to notice.
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In other news, Dark One’s Mistress managed to get itself into the semifinals in the Golden Quill Award Contest! There’s a reader’s choice going on, too.