Chapter 15: EscapeJane is breathless and panting by the time she gets to her room. "Lady Imra, we have to go," she says, pulling her from the bed. The sun has not even risen yet.
"Wha- Jane? What's wrong?"
"We have to go!" she insists, not even checking to see if Imra is properly dressed before dragging her out the room. The nightgown she's wearing is thin enough for her to feel the cold, but it's dark color prevents her from being too embarrassed to be seen by others.
Still, she tries to let her friend know. "Jane! I need to dress and-"
"The King is dead," Jane says. "They're saying you killed him."
She's pretty sure her heart has stopped beating and her blood has frozen in her veins. When she finds her voice again, it is heavy with disbelief. "That makes no sense. What reason would
