Claude sprinted through the thick bushes, the thrown and the shrubs cutting right through her frail dress and her skin, her heart pounding hard in her chest. She turned again and again, and her lips parted as she struggled to breathe.
Suddenly, her foot caught in an abandoned net, and she fell right into the floor, a group of dried leaves crunching under her weight, a small yelp leaving her lips.
She lay there, exhausted, her eyes filled with tears, her body limp. She had taken the first opportunity to run, but now, she was seriously doubting if that was even the right thing to do.
She was not sure how Lucan was faring, but his soldiers were practically everywhere, and it tore at her heart strings that she would never be able to find out. Maybe from rumours spreading around, but ever since sh……
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