The ball had been lovely. Sybil couldn't have been happier to watch the coaches go. She walked from the ball room where the servants where cleaning up to the smaller dining room, collapsing into the window seat that looked over the side of the house. She intended to remove her jewelery before Sam showed up. At least the tiara. She would have
(
Read more... )
He took his time in walking - not because he truly didn't wish to be there, but because he was afraid he might catch straggling guests, or, gods help him, Sybil's mother still awake. Neither was in sight, though, when he made it to the drive and walked up it to the door.
The silence was as heavy and uncomfortable as ever.
Reply
Reply
"Evening."
Reply
"Oh, Sam," she breathed.
Reply
This really wasn't good. Idon'twanttoknowIdon'twanttoknowIdon'twanttoknow... His hold on her tightened further.
Reply
"Thank you," she whispered.
Reply
"How was the party?"
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
"He's a nutter," he finally, biting his lip. "Everyone knows that."
Reply
Reply
Reply
"We can't marry," she said.
Reply
The world spun.
"Oh," was all Sam finally said, a little distantly.
Reply
"Sam- if we did- I may not have a title but my family's the wealthiest in Ankh-Morpork now. Can you imagine? What that madman's reaction would be to a Watchman becoming the head of my family and all its stupid estates? His- his paranoia and his enmity wouldn't allow it."
Reply
Leave a comment