Chapter Thirteen
Brianne
There was only one entrance. Brianne frowned. Just like at home. One path to the Lord and Lady. And if everything else was the same, then maybe they had history archives too. It was worth a try.
Taking a hesitant step forward, Brianne forced herself to straighten her shoulders and take the next step with more confidence. She might need to ask something of them, but that didn’t mean she had to go shuffling forth with head bowed and begging.
Looking around at the inside of the almost familiar building, she saw a penitent, not far from the altar, replacing burnt out candles with fresh ones. Striding forward, she kept her gaze mostly on the penitent, with an occasional glance around to check her surroundings. She was nearly upon the penitent before they looked up,
