Sasha wiped her hands nervously down the side of her beautifully tailored tan leggings. In her continued masquerade as a stableboy, she was wearing leggings, a white shirt and her new jerkin. Her palms were sweaty, and her chest heaved with anxious breaths.
Her brother, Jon, stood beside her, tense but in control. His blonde hair was tied back neatly at the nape of his neck and his court dress of grey and yellow accentuated his tall willowy frame. He glanced down as she drew in yet another deep breath, and leant down to say, “Sasha, he won’t eat us. You’re working yourself up. Breath out and don’t breath in for a few moments.” He took her hand and squeezed it “Hold it… Okay. Breath in slowly.” He smiled encouragingly at her. “Good girl. You’ll be fine. Try to breathe normally or you’ll st
