Chapter Thirty-One
With a sigh Shadow urged her horse across the bridge. That’s all she needed, another tyrant in her life. She seemed to collect them like some girls collected admirers. She dismounted and handed her horse over to the boy who waited. “Thanks.” She ignored his startled expression and headed for her room where she found several parcels of clothes on her bed.
Her gaze flickered between the dress laid out on the chest and the unopened parcels. She strode across the room and lifted the dress, bunching it into a ball before she threw it in a corner. No more. Not even for the elaborate meals every evening. If the gentleman were allowed to wear trousers at the table, their swords at their sides, then she would too.
The whispers and catty remarks would be the same no matter what
