Lilee and Jamys sat on a soft padded bench next to the only window in the luxurious chambers that Sir Cynwrig had brought them to the night before. The couple had run out of words long ago, before the sounds of fighting died down, and now they gazed out the window in the direction of the Great Hall, waiting for any kind of news.
The past several hours had been hard on the couple. Nothing in their lives had prepared them for a night like this. Lothian Manor hadn't been attacked since the Midnight Massacre almost a hundred years ago. It was supposed to be safe here. But tonight, the manor had been anything but safe.
