She hadn't left to spite him, Claire reminded herself.
She just needed to understand what was going on within her.
This was all new to her.
If her father were still alive… she would have asked him.
But he was not.
Claire went down the elegant hallway and down the steps. The stairway was half as long as the one that led to her tower in the castle.
She burst into a large and unfamiliar hallway. The guards, some of which she recognized, some which she did not, were all seated there.
Movements stopped as she stood at the door of the staircase.
The smell of ale and strong drinks filled the air.
Turning on her heel, she went through another hall which she assumed was the hallway that led to the street.
Footsteps echoed behind her as she walked.
A glance over her shoulder told her that it was her olive-skinned guard. A sigh of relief broke out before she could stifle it.
