Casia waited a few minutes to respond as both women fumed unwilling to say much more.
“Rescue? What rescue is there likely?” Casia sighed.
“You don’t think that Lord Nor is not combing the wilds for you?” she was aghast.
“He will for a time, but when I’m not found… my master is a practical sort.”
“Your master is a desperate man without you, Milady. I would be careful with this Titus and your affections for him.”
“Yes, you continue to warn,” Casia bristled. “Please do not.”
The silence that followed was such a vast and empty place that it would take some time for them to mend the chasm that endangered their stout friendship.
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“We should consider that Titus has taken my queen captive,” Nor informed his aides—Cefus, Ignace and several others who attended this tête-à-tête in his ch
