Demons~
Madelyn
Twelvestones
Madelyn stumbled up the stairway, tugging and cursing at the sodden skirts that slowed her steps, and drawing curious stares. Rainy solitude had not been one of her better ideas.
“Dara,” she tried calling out to him again and got no clearer response than in the weald. He was still sleeping, she tried to convince herself. Or ignoring her. Or too angry to answer. Or not able to…
“Dara,” she screamed as she ran.
Servants scuttled out of her way, and guardsmen left their posts to run behind her. She reached the king’s hallway, and the nursery door flew open. Brynmohr appeared in the doorway.
“What in the blazes is all the commotion about?” he shouted.
Madelyn darted past him and launched her shoulder at the stubborn old door to Dara’s bedchamber. The monstr
