Chapter 5“Please,” Bonelle said as she swallowed hard and moved back toward the chair beside the hearth. “Continue…?”
She sat down and curled her feet underneath her so that her nightgown covered them and kept her warm. Ariane looked as if she couldn’t think of anything she would rather do less, but at the same time, Bonelle knew that she would feel obligated. No matter how hard it may be for her.
Her face was still pale and Bonelle could see the beads of sweat forming on her upper lip. She was nervous as hell and Bonelle could only dread what she had to tell her.
“Last night,” Ariane began, “I left my chamber to go into the servants’ kitchen. It was odd, because normally there is no one to be seen roaming around our corridors at that time of night, but this time, it was different. Ther
