TITLE: Royal Trial
GENRE: Historical + (Romance-Gone-Awry)
Lady Lena Zan Aurin’s eyes lifted from the dusty streets of Lir. Although she vaguely acknowledged the market’s flashy new shops, she struggled to piece together the fragmented images around her. The chaos around her seemed to match her frenzied thoughts.
But what was I expecting? After five years, was everything supposed to remain the same?
The slender nineteen-year-old wafted through the bustling multitude with an unconscious familiarity. Her dark cloak and traveling attire, combined with her five-foot frame, let Lena blend in with the crowd.
How could it have grown so busy this quickly? Perhaps Andon has–
No. I won’t even think that name. Not yet.
It was a memory of a life she had no desire to resume.
Lena tried to distract herself with the wares of the many vendors, but to no avail. The scene was much too odd for her to feel entirely at home.
Home. That makes sense. Go home first.
It was a place to start, assuming that no one had appropriated the family manor in her absence. Perhaps some of the old servants would still be there. Horisk and Sonit and Iliare and Lor and Alessa—if no one else, at least Lor and Alessa.
Everything else has changed; they’re probably gone, too.
No. They had to be there. They would never abandon her.
Lena strode in the direction of the Zan Aurin manor, as eager to reach her old home as the insatiable crowds were to buy the merchants’ wares.