[ It does cross her mind, to leave. William would not willingly let her go, after all, and there's no other way to salvage his life now. It would mean that she'd break her promise to him...
She eyes the horse tied outside the stalls, hands stilling at her shoulders.
No. The heartbreak over such a betrayal, after all that's come to pass, would be far greater a burden. Even if she can guess what might come of it, she feels that she owes him the chance to make his own decision.
By the time William has returned, she's stripped herself of the bloodied garments entirely - even if it's left her nude in the grass. ]
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She eyes the horse tied outside the stalls, hands stilling at her shoulders.
No. The heartbreak over such a betrayal, after all that's come to pass, would be far greater a burden. Even if she can guess what might come of it, she feels that she owes him the chance to make his own decision.
By the time William has returned, she's stripped herself of the bloodied garments entirely - even if it's left her nude in the grass. ]